"Tch," Yamato shifted into a battle stance when the group noticed them, and Remiel glided forwards to hover between his master and the horde, pale swings spread wide. Remiel wasn't exactly a great tank, but it could take more punishment than Yamato and his shitality could.

"Knock out or kill - whichever puts them out of commission," Yamato ordered, pressing a button on his phone harshly. The sky rumbled before splitting open with a roar, a burst of light crashing down on those gathered.

Judgement awyis. Good for managing large crowds.