A corona descended, three orbs of sickly green energy that spun and struck- a spell that would leave Paimon Debilitated, if only for a short while. The slightest ghost of a smiling face, translucent, horned, wreathed in azure flame- hovered in midair, for a moment, before vanishing.

And then Akechi rounded the corner, eyes fixated upon the pair of them. He was dressed in the naval coat he'd long since come to think of as his 'dreamwalking outfit', clawed gauntlets on, sword drawn and held loosely in one hand- but no mask, this time.

"Alright," he said simply.

Debilitate: Reduces offensive, defensive, and evasive abilities of the target for a short while. He did ask.