Pingo stuck his machete into his belt, reminding himself to sharpen his blade should they live through this, and pulled out his blowgun. Who would have thought a small frog's mucus could be such a powerful weapon? Hopefully it would help him slay the demon, for surely he was close. Pingo had never heard such a hideous roar emit from any other creature's jaws, that was for sure.
Must have been karma for teasing the kid too much he realized.