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Oni had given them a direct order to do nothing for now, unless of course provoked. As much as he believed he should stay, there was some things of more importance he had to attend to. Avery would most likely be able to hold down the fort until he got back, but for now he needed to shop and order specific things of great importance to both of them. Especially now that they were generals. Thus, without further hesitation, Kain leaped up - his hand grabbing the railing; and with one quick and slender movement whipped himself up to slide across the railing and finally landing feet first amongst the stands. Many of the Demons would simply side-step out of his way to let him through before finally stepping back - never taking their eyes off the battle even enough to glance at the teenager. However, amongst all the Demons, he'd run into one specific being unlike all the rest. He was one of the intruders. Kain was behind him, though, and would most likely pass on by with only delivering a slight glance. Within that instant, nevertheless, Kain could see the tight leather pants Wyndom hid underneath his current trousers. Truly, the man could not give in to getting rid of them. Kain, being the only Human amongst all the Demons, and being a Shade at that, would most likely not even pick up on Wyndom's senses.

Ultimately, Kain would make his way through the masses around the arena, and finally breaking free on the other side - at the very end of the crowds. Looking about, he would notice practically all the nearby individuals had come to see the fight, with more gradually arriving and joining the crowd. This meant the places he needed to go were most likely customer free; but hopefully not employee free. Kain took one last glance over the crowd before finally making his way back towards the marketplace, or rather bazaar, of Hell.

Ki's Blade Would Make contact till Oni's Hand's Would Have Orbs, Ki Knew it, They Shared the Skill to mix magic together, Oh Dear, Was All Ki could Think before all the Explosions Before the Fireworks Went off, Ki Would Surround himself in a White Aura To Soften the Damage and Still Breath the Flames, To Soften the Blast yet again, Granted it was not gonna stop any of the Damage what so Ever.

The Blast Connected, The Damage was Quite high for Both Warriors, The Were's Flew back from the Smoke, Ki Landing against the Arena wall near Lacus and company back first. Falling to his hand's and knees his Sword still Griped in his Right hand. His Body Covered in Cuts that were Healing quickly Feeling one of his Ribs Snap the Impact was Loud enough to Shake the Arena, Not Something you'd Wanna do everyday, But Ki's Aura Was Slowly working, Stoping the Bleeding as fast as they came.

Growning to his Feet he'd Pant in Place as his Dragon Scales Covered the Rest of his Body, However cause of the Damage he could Only Stay in his Human body, Losing the Wolf Like Looks. He still had his Dragon Power. The Smoke would Clear as he Was Glaring at Oni, His Azure Eye's Changing to half Blue and Half Red. Taking his Left hand to wipe the Blood from his mouth he'd fall to one knee panting again. His Blade on the Ground as well.

"Man...That was Like my Cyclone...ugh..."

Ki's Sword Be Surrounded by the Vortex again, As he Stands back up and Grips it with both hands and holding it out in front of him, Like a Katana for the Samurai. The Wind Around the Blade would Howl and Scream as the Orb's Returned again to the Blade. He knew he had 1 shot, He had to make it count. The Wind and Orbs Would Move into the Blade as His Eye's Would Almost Glow Slightly.

"Shred Dragon's Souls, Rend Dragon Scales...Reap Dragon's Spirit's..."

The Chant it's Self Was Easy to Tell what the Attack Had in mind, The Secret Attack Ki Had in Store for Dragon Form Only, The Attack Was Known as *Azure Dragon Typhoon Cataclysm" Ki Was Ready to Give it his Best Shot, And Oni Had it Coming. Lifting the Blade over his Right Shoulder he'd Dash, Even Faster Then Before as He Leaves only a Blur Behind. The Slash Moving as fast as he was, The Blade would leave even a Smaller Blur, If the Attack connects on any part of Oni What so Ever, The Wind Would Suck Oni in and The Orbs Would Explode and Try To Peirce Under the Scales were they Link together, The Attack was Made to Fell Dragons, If this didnt stop the Guy, Then Nothing Would so Ki Would think.

His Target Oni's Upper Left part of his Body, Down to his Right Hip, If it gets parryed the Wind would Drag the Shythe and Oni along as well, Atleast That Was Ki's Plan.

During the Swing Ki Would See the Blur he knew he miss, So annoying that he could Move Faster then himself. Feeling the Energy Sky Rocket behind him, He'd Turn and Stand firm Facing Oni, Ki's Azure eye's Not Moving. Ki's Sword Would Howl as it still had the Energy Around it. Spitting to the Side he'd Not take his eyes off Oni.

Growling Ki Would Swing from his Right Side again with one hand, And Spin in place turning with the spin to speed up the attack and bring the Slash up so he had it above him so he could bring the slash down on top of Oni or Attempt too, After that he'd Try To Breath the Dragons Flame again. Ki Was Out of Energy and just giving the Rest he had for his Final Stand. Ki Hated Giving up. He'd Rather get Knocked out.

It was not lady like to be so forward with, "guests", in fact, it was just downright rude. But it wasn't every day that the people of Hell were blessed by the company of Celestials. And other than picking fights with the leader, there had to be a logical explanation as to why they had decided to drop by. That was probably the reason why Desdemonia was so hell bent on knowing what secrets they had decided to keep from the lowly demons that watched the happenings with curious and eager eyes. If they, the beings they had been fighting against since the dawn of time, brought themselves down into these darkened pits, then the reason was clearly more dire than she first anticipated. That of course, made the information that much more curious.

Under their breaths Desdemonia could hear feint snickers from some of the demons that stood closest to her. The Celestial had shrugged her off as easily as most often did on a day to day basis. A lowly, blind woman with nothing much in the department of fearsome, would seem nothing to a lesser mortal. But a Celestial should know better. She turned her head slightly towards their sounds, half amused, half angered. They were lowly creatures, despicable even. How could they understand the severity of this situation? Their brains were too small to fathom what could possibly be happening in their world, and even more so they were too stupid to seek the answers. Even if those answers were so easily laid out in front of them like a deck of playing cards. Desdemonia was not one that liked when opportunities slipped through her fingers like sand. If there was something amiss, she would find out.

It was a Celestial that spoke to her first. They had a different manner of speaking, one characterized by having lived an entire lifetime in a place where the screams of mortals didn't echo down every forsaken hallway. There was something angelic about the voice, as cliche as that sounded in her head. The Gorgon only pondered about the face from which the voice had derived for but a moments time before the actuality of it sank in.

A smile crept across her cherry painted lips, bright against the whites of her teeth. "I must thank you first sir for addressing me, I am humbled that you would even speak. But I must also apologize to you just the same. I am not someone you can easily cast aside like most of the ruffians you see about you." There was a brief pause in her speech as she pushed another of the demons completely out of her way, so that nothing was blocking the view of her. Each time she passed another creature, the closer she got to the group.

"And as I have stated before, if there is something happening to the world around us, the denizens of Hell deserve to know. I will not stand, and let the world crumble beneath my feet, if it can be helped." Desdemonia didn't really know if the world was going to perish, but if the Celestials had come, then it was worse than they could ever imagine. Either that, or it would get worse.

There was another pause as Desdemonia pondered and listened closely to the more important conversations happening around her. She heard a feint whisper from Celestial and whom ever it was he was speaking too. There was not telling what was said, but it was obvious that something indeed wa said. Which in her book, was far worse. "And speaking softly will do you no favors. My vision is based on sound, so I will save you the trouble of whispering."

Desdemonia's fists that had once been clenched, relaxed and sat neatly at her sides, the Celestial wasn't as deplorable as she first had thought. Sure, there were things best left to the leaders, that she could understand. They had plans to make, involving armies, treaties, and other things that leaders decided upon. What they were, was the reason she wasn't a leader of any kind. That being said, if she found that he was running her through a loop, their wouldn't be anyone casting her aside. Least of all a Celestial. "I could say the same for you, sir." Desdemonia crossed her arms, resting her hands in the crevices of her elbows.

Their was a momentary silence between them, aside from the murmur of voices emanating from the demons around them, neither said a word. The Gorgon had to wonder what was happening, what he was thinking. Or even if what he said about sharing information with her was true. That latter may have proven truth, as the temperature in the air rose ever so slightly. The inaudible hum hanging in the air around them. Desdemonia covered her ears slightly as it grew in intensity, yet none of the other Hellions took notice. That low humming felt like pins and needles stabbing into her flesh until they finally smoothed out and blocked out the sound of everyone else around them.

Slowly, she lowered her hands back down to her sides, turning her head from side to side waiting for a surprise attack that thankfully, did not come. "Despite our varying differences, it seems that we two have let stereotypes poison our judgments." She paused. "I was expecting you to be more... holier than thou." Making a circle with her hands, Desdemonia placed it over her head mocking a halo.

Desdemonia placed a hand to her chin and angled her head down towards the ground, listening to every word like they would the last she ever heard. The time difference between Earth and the Celestial and Hellion realms wasn't actually a new idea. In fact, there have been creatures lesser than she, that, in a drunken stupor, relayed something to that effect. However, she could never confirm that to be false nor true, as they were the ramblings of drunks. Not to mention information was hardly valuable down in the depths of Hell. Strength and power played a much higher role than intelligence, and she had to wonder just how long their leader had known the world around them was collapsing and why in the hell it took a Celestial to come down here and start poking their nose around before any action was taken. It was in that instant she was angered at her benevolent leader. Was he going to wait for the world to fall apart to actually feel something was going wrong?

But even if, just IF, time was passing at an alarming rate down on Earth, all that meant was that both of the leaders had failed to keep their followers. Or better yet, the war that had happened all that long ago, a time she was not around to witness, played a much more.. destructive role in the future. It was possible that humanity did not retain their faith in their higher, or lower, powers. Heaven and Hell meant nothing to them, and the fall of the religion in the time before, made that possible.

After contemplating all the possibilities, listening closely to the Celestial's words, before looking back up towards him. "This isn't about faith anymore. Something deeper?" Desdemonia wanted to pursue more information but the strange humming noise that she was certain was protecting them from wandering ears, suddenly dissipated and the world was as it was before. She looked in either direction from where she stood and lowered her head back to the ground. He did share a great deal of information, the least she could do was be grateful. After all, if she wished to have more, she would have to prove herself even more worthy than before. "Thank you, sir. Your trust will not be blindly given. You have my word, what has been spoken is sworn to secrecy."

"I wish to help. If you cannot stand and watch the destruction of our two worlds, than neither can I. Let me help. You have already went through the trouble to tell me there is something wrong. Not to mention, I can easily set aside grudges for the sake of existence, and I know I could convince others to do the same."