It was actually surprising when the lord's blade had managed to strike against him, even moreso that it had enough force to push him back. The force from the swing was enough to drive him into the office building to his left, he stayed his momentum with a quick burst of flight but the wind pressure produced by his movement was enough to shatter the windows on the opposite side of building. The Baron hovered there in stunned silence. Something had happened that he hadn't experienced in a very long time. Being struck hard enough to actually feel it, it wasn't new but it was stunning every time it happened. With the fresh pain that was in his right arm he made sure to make a mental note of just how strong this man was. Though it hadn't gone unnoticed, there was actually a tear in the surface of his flesh along his arm. No blood poured from his wound, as no blood ran through him. 

It dropped a few feet to the ground, slowly spreading its weight evenly across the Earth's surface. Drywall and concrete crumbled behind him as he moved forward. Stepping from the wall it gazed with its singular eye, peering across the battlefield to where Tetsue had flown. Debris and swirling winds nearly obscured his view, but he had more than a few senses that showed him where his foe was. Knocked away by his kick, but still alive. Two surprises in one day, the Divine was having an interesting day. It hadn't even had the chance to insult him, as it hadn't expected the blade to impact him. It shook its arm, trying to shake off the pain that still burnt in his flesh. Though as pain tends to work, it still persisted.

Leaving well enough alone, his lips parted and then his jaw opened up to reveal row after row of teeth. The air in front of his mouth had begun to swirl with black winds that screeched like a million bats and the wings of a billion locusts. Aside from the noises of the black fog, it would be difficult to even hear oneself think. The sound was all encompassing, and yet came from nowhere in particular. As though the sound was pressed into the minds of all onlookers by some unseen entity. 

Black lines of fog weaved from the holes in his head and chest, swirling and twisting into a massive conglomerate mass that hovered before his head. The size of a man and black as night, it screamed into existence before his open mouth. Eclipsing half of his being in its shadow, the swirling ball of death came into existence from the cloud that passively followed him. A chunk of the fog that obscured his form was now missing, as it had been used to form this enormous sphere. 

After the sphere had formed, he took pause to ensure his foe was in the same position that he had come to rest in. The screech of the sphere provided ample vision on his target, echolocation gave him a near exact view. Though the falling dust obscured it slightly, it wasn't enough to blind him. 

The sense of his emotion was fresh as well, he used that as a more defined target for him to unleash hell.

With his target in 'sight' he closed his mouth and spoke, before firing. "If you have a method of killing yourself, I would suggest it. You don't want to be alive inside of this sphere for very long. Though please don't rush."  With that, he parted his mouth once again and launched the black sphere towards the Lord of the Xenom. It rocketed through the air at breakneck speed, not enough to break the sound barrier but enough to break a man. Its swirling death left a line of blackness that lead back towards The Baron, who himself had launched after the sphere. 

Following behind his own attack, he flew behind it in short order. Aiming to immediately follow up with another strike, then another and another. To break him down with unrelenting offense, before he could return any offense of his own. With the duplicate blade still in hand, he readied himself by keeping it just to the front of his body. Ready to parry away an oncoming blow.

Though the Baron doesn't feel fear, the Divine did not want another one of its children to be slain. Even though they were produced in mass, they were still a part of its body. 

In the same way a human doesn't wish for his finger to be cut off, The Baron is the divine's finger.