Quickly, Gor was over run by the heroes. Now, he watched as what would be his death surged forwards, a last resort attack. A blast able to most likely shatter the earth itself, if it was intended to. He felt rage build, he would be cheated of his rematched against Mizune. Killed, by these things he didn't even know! How unjust. Once again, he'd be reduced to nothing, to become dust on the pages of history....
	However, someone else had different plans for this demon. Someone with a heart filled with more rage, and hatred than even Gor. As the blasts all came together, and were to collide into Gor, a flash of light, red like blood, would appear, and split the combined energy attack down the middle. When the smoke cleared, the entire group would see a man in a lab coat, wearing glasses that seemed to reflect some unknown light, standing before Gor. His sort brown hair had streaks of grey, and his skin showed the signs of aging, a wrinkle or two being visible. He stood almost as tall as Mizune, an inch or two shorter. His lips were cracked, and his teeth were an almost unnatural white. One of his hands was glowing red, and sagged, before falling off, plummeting to the ground below. It struck, with a splattering noise, molten metal striking the earth.
	"...I hate to interrupt this scene of revenge, insults, and morons having a pissing match...but I need this creature, alive. Anyone who's truly seeking to kill him...will have to wait." He says, his voice smooth, deep. Almost disarmingly relaxing. He then turned to Gor, and with his remaining hand, pulled out a wrist watch. "Put this on, before someone else thinks to sling energy our way..." He orders the demon, who begrudgingly does as asked, before he vanishes in a flash of red light. He then turns to everyone else. "...Anyone here actually going to try to find him and finish this fight, or are you all just going to let this go, like a sensible person would...." He asks, obviously arrogant, despite being......disarmed, so to speak.