Even though Indra's powers were unquestionably powerful he was not phased by the Typhoon, as he understood her wishes he simply walked to where he'd imagine the Typhoon would drag him if he were infact a mortal and stopped there, facing Blaze casually once again, with his shield casually held in his left hand and his sword smashed into the ground. ''Fool...'' He stated blindly at Blaze's statements, battle for the sake of anticipation was the works of a fool and the thing of unexperience. ''Charge me if you dare continue this duel, I will not give you any further chances...'' He spoke up, his voice towering over even the lightning of the battlefield.
The previous mist had found itself wrapped around the Vanquisher of Conflict, supposedly powering it for somekind of reason, the sword itself was mumbling, voices were generated by the sword, voices of the past, the blood engraved on the sword started to generat voices from those whom it once belong, and their rage was being focused into the blade. The invisible chackles and chains crushing and keeping him to the surface grew ever more visible as the blades power increased with the rage of these voices, both men and women, even children.
His eyes pierced seemingly through Blaze and his observant glare studied his every move. The fool would be demolished straight to pandemonium. ''Give me another chance and I will demolish you...'' He threatened, the cape blew with the wind, concealing his left, shield arm from Blaze's, anyones view. He then glared at Indra. ''On the battlefield you hold no power over me...'' He spoke out casually.