"You cannot kill someone 'a little bit'!" He starts.

"I was just taking a look at you." Insists another face. "You should cover yourself if you're going to be pushing out ideas so strongly like that."
Well, if they can't pull Zee closer, they'll just have to pull him to Zee. The other monstrosity reels itself in along the chameleon tongues, zipping towards that immovable fungus-monster.

"If you really didn't mean to do all this, prove it. Let Kara go. We will care for her." Death is one of the things the temple is best equipped to cure, you know. Even if there's serious damage to one's soul or basic ontology, they can usually work something out. Meanwhile, he gets steadily less vulpine and more reptilian/arboreal. Fur becomes scales, ears fold away, flowers bud...

"Ignore her lies. This is just a distraction." You know, 4'th face, that actually seems like good advice. The weirdness is spreading. You should really do something about that.

The priest brings his hands together, and takes hold of his fox-head pendant. Oh. A third hand. Look at that.
"This place is Hallowed ground.
"You'll go no further. Around
"this dead garden I draw a ring.
"Between this and the temple's dream."
With these motions and questionable rhymes, he adds some rather substantial magic to that of the koi's, to keep the weirdness and the fungus contained.