Ando didn't know anything about the first. Or "cleansing", if he did his homework he probably would realize he was in deep trouble. He was going to lose, because the man was twisted. There was something mentally wrong with Caleb and it scared Ando. It sent a chill down his spine. His wrist was red and swelling where it'd been gripped with a force of strength he'd never seen before. His brows furrowed, and beads of sweat gathered on his brow. The color drained from his face as he took a shaky step back. Trying to get ahold of his bearings was failing. His heart raced and he looked behind him in attempt to find a way out. It was far away, he didn't realize how deep inside the warehouse he'd gone. There was hardly any light and Caleb was almost impossible to predict. He was unable to read his next move. Ando didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do except feel in his stomach that he'd failed, but still he didn't give up. Not yet. His fingertips wrapped around the katana's hilt so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Then you should be the one punished.." He managed and raised the weapon to a defensive stance unsure what would happen. Unsure what to expect. He secretly wished somehow he could harness Hiro's powers from the blade..but somehow he got the feeling that the sword wasn't where the power came from. That it was inside his friend, from his heart. And he was in a lot of trouble.