Boreas
"You talk too much."
"I like to think that I just have lots of interesting things to say." Boreas shrugged, "Besides, would you rather the last moments of your life were filled solely with the noises of conflict?"
Boreas responded to Shinzaemon's attack by shredding the beams with a wall of wind, smirking triumphantly as the beams of light broke against his shield of wind. He had not been expecting the old geezer to pull heavenly body magic from his sleeve, but he didn't seem too capable with it.
"Besides, any survivors would have already begun screaming long ago. They've either run or more likely, are dead... am I right?"
"Probably not." Boreas sneered, "They'd be screaming a year ago, but not any more. They have the sense to keep quiet if they want any chance of survival. Their screaming can be rather annoying, and you know how I deal with annoyances."
As he spoke, Boreas swirled his hands around in circles, creating a vortex of air that extended higher and higher until eventually it had completely encased all three combatants, the only exit seeming to be the vortex's opening, which seemed almost as high as the clouds.
"Why don't we make this a bit more interesting?" Boreas suggested with a playful smirk, "This is my Storm Wall. Anyone can enter from the outside, but anyone who tries to leave will be shredded by the winds. And it just so happens," Boreas left a short pause in which he snapped his fingers, "That you might be on your way out."
The wind suddenly intensified within the vortex to a strength that was easily enough to impair one's balance, and possibly enough to drive them right into the Storm Wall. Boreas, however, stood perfectly unaffected in the only space of calm air within the Storm Wall, commanding his magic away from himself.