Raidon actually smirked at that, remembering Toru's crows of glory after their encounter and knowing full well that the Slayer knew how ineffectual that splinter was against him and his family.
And now maybe it was time to show something else he could do.
"Stop that," he pushed out with his mind, reaching with some of that control Dracula had given them as he drew his gaze to the twirling stake. His thrall some of the more romantic writers likes to call it. He just liked calling it mind control.