A guillotine's cry and the smell of ash and hellish fire soaked through the Hall of Justice.

"These are our new recruits?" Clark inquires skeptically as two figures fight.

"They've been at it for an hour and a half. Neither gaining ground and neither losing an inch. And they don't even seem tired." Bruce groans, observing the fight below the observation deck.

A man and a woman fought. The man fighting with pure brutish strength. Battling forward with an icy sword like a spartan and shielding himself from damage with the shield in his left hand. Each strike sent icy shards flying back like powdered snow and the damage to the weapons repairing themselves. He was rather simply dressed, black hoodie with a white spray painted skull adorned with horns on the back. One leather glove to better hold his shield and a pair of boots that dug into the icy floor he created to withstand heavy hits without movement. His hair, although damp with sweat and water vapor, was blonde and messy. The man's eyes sparkled like the clearest water, yet reflected pure wrath and vengeance.

"That Diana's boy?" Clarke asked, slightly astonished to see blonde hair come from the dark haired amazon.
"Yes. Will Prince. The 'Demon Slayer' of metropolis." The batman settles his elbows down on the counter.

"Yikes. How did he get a name like th-" Bruce's response was simply sliding over a file. The contents of it made Superman himself cringe. "Jesus Bruce."
"He needs help. If we don't fix him the son of Wonder Woman will become a murderous monster."

Clark shakes his head, shoving out that imagery. "We aren't a psych ward Bruce, If he needs help send him to a professional."

The sound of echoing blades grew shrill as a scythe slices down into the ice of Will's shield. The elegant movements of the ghostly woman were cold, precise and quick. Will having to block more than attack to avoid the merciless lashing of the dual scythes. One always poised to attack the other guarding her body. Her hair rolled as if it were smoke toward the ends and skin flared to life with black markings against ivory skin. An elegant pair of horns poised on her head and claws gracing each delicate finger. Her eyes were shielded by a thick piece of black cloth, blocking her gaze with seemingly no consequence as she continued forward. Her scythe's blades dancing and sweeping in carefully swift strokes. Every so often her two scythes would melt into on for heavier strikes, but she only did this when the seemed to interpret an opening for attack in which the heavy blade separates into shadows and back to two.

"And the woman?" Clark asks, almost afraid to know.
"'Rai, The Devil Horseman. Won't say much, but she's helpful." Batman looks back seeing pure skepticism in the Man of Steel's posture.

"So we have a 'Devil' and a 'Demon Slayer'. Bruce, we're the Justice League, if he's capable of THAT he can't be good 'hero' material. What's your plan?"

Bruce was quiet. "I have my doubts, but you've never let me down before. Do what you must." Clarke shakes his head, moving to leave as the bat gets up and hits the PA system.

"That's enough. You two are done for the day. Go home, rest and be back tomorrow." His voice gruffs as the two fighters stop for the day.