Henry, having downed a potion and with Quen-Quen taking control once per turn, felt a bit more invigorated. He took out the archer who had offended Nikta, lazily raised his leg, letting an arrow pass by, ducked from the attack of an infantryman, and then even burped (his stomach was still churning from the curses, the smell of torture, and everything else).
-- Well, we've had our little chat, haven't we? -- he said before continuing to dish out punishment. At that moment, his pale appearance added seriousness to his slightly ironic words. -- You must have thought you wouldn't be found, or that your demon and your mage would protect you, but it doesn't seem to be working out very well, does it? Everyone who resists, drop your weapons and get face down on the ground; at least then our pet dragon won't eat you, and that's a victory.
If he sees that they don't want to listen, he'll use Spirit IV on the pikeman (if necessary, x2), then Leap V on the infantryman 1.