Nartholan shrugged innocently. " I don't control them." Fairly true, considering they were really just barbarians who knew nothing better than to smash things and kill people that were pointed in the direction of the now rather... damaged booth. He wasn't concerned that they would attack him, although he did have a short sword tucked in his coat just in case, not that he was particulary good with it. Then again, he wasn't sure what that would do against beings bred for war who had met their own on the battlefields that he had spectated on a few times.

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Both demons swung their swords at the corners of the booth, quickly chopping portions up and being almost smashed by the booth's top coming down, if they werent rather big by themselves. One of them saw Aria and moved in her direction.

[color=darkgray]((Feel free to take control of them as you wish from this point forwards, folks))[/color]