"Your aging is of no consequence, Calypso. The children must be taught during times like these," Azazel said in passing to the nearby woman. From the male in front of him, he expected either an answer, or another annoyance to further enrage the impatient Guild Master. In fact, Hayama chose the latter option when he used his summoning technique to bring forth a... statue? Azazel did not know what this man hoped to accomplish with such a thing, but the fact that this Hayama thought to further assault him was repulsive. "Kisama..." he said as he looked into the mouth of the statue, stepping forward to approach it. In the meantime, the thing spat out its Magic/soul-absorbing dragons. The dark Mage could only think them pitiful as his Magic Power fought against the effects of this assault. He continued walking toward this summon, even as the dragons continued to try their hand at ripping out his very essence. When he was within striking range, Azazel clasped his hands together and encased them in his black flames. "Enjin no Bansan!" When he separated them, the flames around each hand took on the shape of two massive heads, though each had only a top jaw with its respective row of fangs. He brought his hands toward each other again, bringing each set of flames toward Hayama's summon from either side. If they were to connect around it, the flames would accumulate into a giant sphere bent on reducing it to ashes within moments.