"ah, cmon, i cant have a little fun while im at it? you guys arent terrible. ill give you that. oh. and turn around" and behind everyone is a demon, bloody and smirking.
He grins. "If your lord survives, ill say. and if he doesnt, ill let you know in hell"
he deflects the blade into the ground without even looking as he speaks with roy.
Sleeper stares at the blade, curses, then shakes it, making it become a broadsword with a fancy crossguard, which he rolls his eyes and mutters a barely intelligible "Damned demons never do what i want"
Sleeper catches the moment of numbness out of the corner of his eye, and he spins on a dime, slamming the flat of his blade into the ground to anchor himself, then launches himself at Silas.
Abalador snapped a staff in half, then pulls out a shining sphere, putting it to his chest. It glows, then breaks, causing his veins to glow purple as he rises into the air.