Ghaleon's Smug face was all but stoic now, Not even the words of the Gods could bring a single emotion to his face now. After all, what could be worse than a Demon among sheep, and him being the only other one of some considerable might in this Exchange or so he assumed, but as he thought over the lot, There was an eerie shift in the air, and this time it hadn't come from him. He was well prepared for the rest of them, Guns posed no direct threat, A woman with an attitude was still a woman, And a Mechanic who seemed all but enthralled to be here. But now there was a Demon, What type escaped him, and a Jester who's willful actions remained a thorn in his mind. As the woman with the Armour spoke up, Ghaleon turned his head and met her gaze. He listened to every word, only to shake his head and turn his eyes back to Veleda, Arms Crossed. "We shall see, Human." He said softly, No jokes or jests, a Cold promise to the lady. While a lot of the words made little sense to him, the one point was clear, She was worthless without her gun.<br/><br/>Ghaleon remained silent through the entire proceedings past this, save for answering his "teammate". "Only that their hubris is most often their undoing. Dragons are not Immortal, yet they act as though they cannot be overcome. It's a Fallacy you will do well to remember. You just might survive this should wisdom be your weapon... You can accomplish little by trusting your form..." He said softly, Looking forward as the Gods began to explain the games in Detail. It was about as close to his thought as it could get, they were here to play murder mystery, And everyone was a suspect. As Cassisus asked for Questions, Ghaleon shook his head and took a deep breath, the air around him cementing their forms in his mind, him taking this time to get a read on the way their bodies felt in his presence. He hoped this would be the last time any of them would see him, to which awarded him an Advantage from the gate. If he was to win, He needed to get his Sword, and Be lost to the forests around him. He could let them all kill each other and observe from the boundaries.<br/><br/>Watching the Demon close in on him, He didn't move an inch having her filth on him. She was not his first demonic encounter, and Certainly wouldn't be the last if he had anything to say about it. But as she reached up to kiss him, He smirked ever so slightly, allowing it out of some sick twisted ideal he had on his morality. That was of course until he felt the slightest prick from his head, his mocked glee fell away in an instant, Him glaring as she then spoke out of what he was. This would not due in the least. No matter how small the hair was, he stepped Forward, the Winds picking up around him, Only to intensify Around the form of the Demon as she Spoke toward the Gods. As he words left her lips, the torrent would kick up into a frenzy. Seeing as she was still within his range of Influence over the wind, and having spent the last few minutes getting a feel for the area around him, Creating such a localized squall came easily to the Angel. This Squall would beat down on her from above, Forcing her into the ground with an impressive force if she didn't notice it right away. "I'll abide by a Personal slave from the underhanded God with something to prove, But what i will not Allow is a Demon to possess something from me before this game even Starts. Get your bitch on a leash, or I'll snap her vessel's neck and banish her to the Realm of the dead for good!" He said sternly, Ready to slaughter the Newcomer just as quickly as the Mafioso was dealt with.