For a moment, Indra struggled with its prey. For a moment, there was nothing but the struggle of prey and predator, Indra devouring whatever it could get in its maw- the pants were shredded as Indra tore into them, a slipper was ripped off along with part of Raitei's foot, blood streamed down and bathed the demon, rivulets dripping off of its halo and its mask and its chin...

But then Jack tried to tackle the demon, and James was circling around it, and with Indra knocked off balance, it could no longer hold the flailing Raitei aloft. It wavered, nearly toppled... but then righted itself. With one motion, it retracted its spear, letting Raitei fall to the ground- and possibly onto Jack as well. With one motion, it swept around with its disc-encrusted hand, the motion hopefully driving away its attackers. With one motion, its mask snapped shut...

...then it stopped. And it stared with sightless eyes. Even at that distance, it could tell that there was something sweeter, more nourishing, something that would go down its maw much more easily than the three men gathered before it.

Therefore, with no more attention paid to them- as though they were beneath a god's notice- Indra turned and began making its way, step by silent step, towards the wall adjoining the Field and the Courtyard. It had fed, but it yet hungered.

((Going down a thread.))