Grif's words didn't move the Surfer. Visibly, anyway.

He leaped onto his board again and rose into the air. For a moment, he stopped attacking. To some, it might have looked like him simply focusing on dodging their attacks -- but he was fast enough to dodge and attach at the same time. And certainly powerful enough.

And yet...

"This world has been chosen. My master cannot be swayed or turned aside. Already, my fellow herald roams the skies, prepared to strike down any who try to escape the planet's destruction."

He could've spoken of his own choices as herald. He could've told them he'd chosen this world. Could have.

His head tilted just slightly, as the power cosmic told him something was happening far off. A fight. A fight with Stardust.

He didn't leave to go help her. Surely, she could handle the threat on her own...

"She believes it's a great honor to be consumed by our master."

With him going on the defensive like this, it was almost like he was trying to waste some time...