Eclipse found Kalico's strikes vicious and difficult to judge, only his years of constant fighting letting him be able to react in time to the acrobatic moves of the beastman, yet even still, the occasionaly strike snaked it's way through, crushing bone and severing tendons with the lightest of taps, the blunt nature of the fans having kept him from losing limbs despite the brief fight before the catman backed off, the sudden warping of time to purposefully put him back where he'd begun giving him the familiar tug he'd faced when combating priests and demigods of time, his senses maintaining a loose grip on the memories that never happened. At the display of the man in blue, he simply walks forwards, ignoring the threat from the Cavalier, watching the others contribute their coins in their own way before taking out a fat purse and upending it on the ice. Trophies from various orders and demigods that had proved too weak to be a challenge let alone to join him in the quest for godhood sinking beneath the depths, the sheer number acting as a sort of nod to him being the champion of a titan rather than a god to whatever magic govered filtering out the unworthy from passing.

After depositing his fair, he watches the others retrieve the boat before looking down at the well iced tunnel and commenting "i don't suppose any of you idiots intend to row this through ICE do you?", the contemplative faces of the quiet group before him showing how few had probably thought of that. He sighs and turns away from them, towards the flow of the river where they'd be going, giving everyone a chance to get aboard as a small cyclone forms around the beastman while he channels a particularly large and annoyingly finetical spell before collapsing onto his knees and placing his palms against the ice, the entire river exploding violently as he forces the air into it, the rapid and violent circulations of the wind causing a particularly violent expansion in the ice, causing an equally violent explosion and freeing the boat to make it's progress along the river.

Kalico uses the force he'd created to propel him atop the mast of the trireme's sails (i'm imagining it as a trireme for whatever reason, just roll with it) and sitting in the crow's nest, using small bits of his power to unfurl the sails and providing the wind to propel them forwards down into the depths of hell