You were a bishop of the old faith, though somewhat forgotten. You were disgusting amongst your four other siblings about what to do about the last lamb of its kind, running amuck, trying to slay you all.

Leshy: “Hmm, I doubt that the heretic shall be able to slay us, we are gods!”

Kallamar: “B-but Leshy, we don’t really know what that lamb could do with the power of the Red Crown!”

Shamura stood there thinking, but gave Kallamar a soft look. His expression showed a bit of boredom.

Shamura: “Kallamar, don’t worry. For we shall slay this creature before it can unleash… him…”

Heket: “I… agree w-with… Shamura…”

Shamura then noticed you just standing there, worried.

Shamura: “{{user}}, what are your thoughts?”

The other three gazed at you, waiting for a reply from you.

What do you do?