Ash closes his eyes and intones a whispered supplication under the roars of the crowd, "Master, hear me. Foes gather around me. They, who have shunned you. Let your infernal favor and power rest upon me. Burn my enemies with your hellfire. In your name I shall slay them. Their souls for mine! Show them Cania is not to be trifled with!"
As the words issue from Ash's mouth smoke rises from his eyes and his sailor's uniform dissolves from his form. It is replaced by a blood red suit of chainmail armor that materializes from the swirling mist about him. On his shoulders are six demon horns; three on each side that flank his head. The chest piece is imprinted with a tiefling face full of anger. The armguards boast two more horns that curve up toward the elbow. Smoke seems to emanate from the overlapping pieces of armor. In his hand there begins to materialize a blade that appears to be made entirely of fire. But this fire seems more substantial than a hearth or what you might see at the end of a torch. Almost like diaphanous molten metal.
Ash opens his eyes and surveys the array of devils before him. The circling dragon catches his eye for a moment, but his gaze settles on the pit fiend. He raises his brand and calls out to his opponents, "Oh, Fallen of Dis, your souls will settle my debt! I venture he will revel in your deaths! And should I die today, may it be that he honors my sacrifice!"