Ghaleon's Anger only grew as the demon was Allowed to walk around with impunity toward the rest of them. Gods with bias, this was going to be even more of a problem than he originally gauged. It normally was, but still it did nothing to calm his Nerves. The Winds being sent back toward him caused him only the smallest of concern, for the extra strength for the Demon's Influence using his own power against him nearly tossed him off balance. But as his legs lifted ever so slightly from the powerful gust, It dissipated, returning to it's calm state it had been before Ghaleon meddled. As Cassius Made his Final Decree, While the Jester Made his what seemed to be Proposal of Love to their Mechanic, He took one last look at the people around him.<br/><br/>As the God's disappeared, Declaring the game had begun, Ghaleon wasted no time at all and Turned toward the north. Pushing the Air out of his way to cut the Resistance, His legs only sped further, Him wanting to get as far away from these Psycho's as possible. Without a weapon, He would have to rely on his Wind or a few random spells of illusion, but None could do much in the way of Preventing harm better than his sword. While it was True, he didn't need it, He would feel a lot more Comfortable with it back to him. Once he was far enough from the group, As he ran, He went to work undoing the belts from his chest, Getting through 4 of them, before he realized the worst thing that could have been. His Angelic power that kept his Wings able to recover from his Nightly Rituals of hiding them was Gone, as well as his legs were growing tired from exhaustion already. Ghaleon's running slowed down from his realization, Fearing the worst, for now, he couldn't take the advantage of the skies Either. He was forced to remain on the ground.<br/><br/>He came to a stop, hunkering down behind a tree to catch his breath, silently cursing himself for being in this situation and began to grab the belts around his chest again. If his wings were to remain in disrepair, They might as well remain protected. There was a Good chance if anyone in this game studied, They had a leg up on him already, he wasn't going to give anyone an edge if he could help it. As he rested behind the Tree, He looked up into the Tree and scanned around him, Hoping to get up off the ground to get a better view. Those supply drops sounded like the best idea, and since flying was out of the question, he needed to get somewhere high. He had to locate at least one of them, Maybe there was something that would secure him victory. He could hope for a Mirror or something for Scrying, After all, the priority at the moment was Killing that Demon before she came for him.