Jack was ignored. James was ignored. They were no longer of any concern to Indra; not when Raitei was right there. The demon was tough, durable, but obviously not invincible; its exposed body was beginning to yield to those furious attacks. Each sharper blow made the demon pause, each stronger strike causing Indra to falter for a moment.

But only for a moment. That mighty lance swung through the air with far greater ease than any man could have attained, its left hand with its fatal discs slicing through the air with a whistling hum as the demon sought to cut, impale, rend... pin Raitei down long enough to get another good bite in.

Meanwhile, lightning was still streaming from the demon, arcing between the two of them and building up once more. In that light, the inhuman mask which concealed a demonic maw seemed only more alien, only more removed from anything approaching 'mortal'.