"Looks like there is no need to worry about that side." Kire felt a burden he didn't even know exist be taken off his shoulders and turned his attention to the devil hovering in the sky.
"Mr. Kire, can you hear me?" He almost shook at the suddenness of the voice and responded as he raised his sword and leaped towards the devil.
"Yes. Do you need anything?" He asked mentally.
"We over here would handle your movements, don't worry about anything other than attacking it." Kire didn't know why but despite the fact that they hadn't know each other for long, he felt he could trust her.
"Understood." And it came at the perfect moment as a beam was fired point-blank into his guts and he found himself on the other side of Azazel and whipped his sword and left a small cut on its cheek.
