Ioannes crossed his arms to protect his eyes and face, allowing the ice shards to score several wounds, while his legs were hit by the blasts of cold, but the Mamluk did not fall down; he had his pride. As the explosion faded, he observed the scene; it appeared that Artolath - not that he knew who the demon was named - had been killed, although with demons, who can be sure?

Either way, he looked at The Red, feeling more impressed by the bestial fighter more and more; he surely was one who can take on ten Mamluks, even twenty, all armed with guns. 

"He mentioned someone named Chandon..." he finally spoke. "A higher-up among the demons of Hell or the Hells?" Someone to research, certainly, although he didn't have the time; he had orders to 'creatively interpret'.

"Anyway," said the young man,."I'm going to see if the others are okay. If there is some remaining presence of the Demon...well, you're the expert on that." And with that, he went back to where Tirrarian and Genevieve were.

"We've ended the threat to you," he said to the latter. "Thanks for the help you gave. That said, though, that demon spoke of someone named Chandon; do you know of him?" 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity], [@Jon Y],  [@The Fated Fallen], [@IcePezz], [@ArenaSnow].