Indra stopped. The great demon simply stopped, and despite having a blank mask, one could almost feel disdain oozing from the creature. The great razor-sharp edges of its lance were retracted again, sliding back into its palm and elbow, as though the great weapon were too sacred a thing to bother with such a weak opponent.

Instead, the monster strode forward with its left hand out, the pair of deadly discs embedded in the back of its hand beginning to whir ominously. Elle was allowed to circle around it as she pleased, for without eyes or ears or nose, Indra had no senses that had to keep focused on its prey. There was no escape, no hiding from such a being.

Once she got within arm's length, however, that massive hand lashed out at her. Indra was aiming to wound and maim, not to kill; though with such weaponry, the two were far closer than for any mortal blow. Oddly, while it struck at Elle, its face seemed to be following Shito, as though the demon was expecting to be done with Elle shortly, and in any case had no fear of her.