The Grand Cannon Observer's eyes widened at the sight of the solitary Demon Lord still standing. Startled by the sudden movement, he turned to see the two banshees slaughtering his men. With a sort of panic, he said, "Turn! Turn! Turn and fire!" As the rest of the cannon batteries swiveled to face the two weaker demons, Hasir himself broke out of his defensive stance. In their panic, the mortals had forgotten the largest threat. Bounding forward, the Demon Lord swung his massive sword, and slicing a cannon and it's crew in half, screeched, mangling the crews of two more cannons with his spectral blades. With a short scream, a panicked cannoneer dropped the brand on the keg of gunpowder, and it exploded, launching cannon shot and shrapnel everywhere. With a hiss, Hasir stood firm against the onslaught of debris. The banshees, however, were not so lucky. Albus, her leg crushed by a cannonball, and Siyah, her chest pierced by a plank of wood, lay on the ground. With a cry of rage, the Lord of Wrath leaped over to them, and pulling out the plank from Siyah's chest, sent his daughters back to his throne in the Legion Commandorium, where they would recuperate. Slowly turning back to the remaining soldiers, the entire area hushed, as in anticipation. The soldiers stopped running away, and staring at Hasir with placid, curious looks, stood in front of him. Focusing his rage into a single spectral spike, he impaled the rest of the soldiers upon it, and removing the spike, turned it into a blade around his blade, reinforcing his already large sword. The deadly silence still lay over the battlefield, and looking around, Hasir saw two Templars foolishly rushing towards him. Jumping in the air, Hasir fell, blade pointing towards the ground where the Templars stood.