"Destroy this world, as if!" Chenaank bellowed out, a dangerous look in his eye. "Even for an excorcist, a so called expert on demons, you lack the foresight of a child. This world, and all its denizens, are so much more profitable for me just the way they are. I didn't come here to hurt anybody, but it was your friend who started this fight, and it was your friend who abandoned you to your death!" He venomously spat, and he held his other hand out. Another scimitar, identical to the one he had in his other hand, flashed into existence. He stepped forwards, and hit the edges of both scimitars together. The sparks created from this flew up into the air, and then to his sides, turning into an extra pair of spectral arms, each of them charging a spell.
"If you help me, barbarian, not only will I replace your gear, but the weapons and armor you receive will be of even higher quality." He said, and returned his attention to Luna. "Nervous, exorcist?" He whispered. Both the spectral arms thrust out, producing bright beams of energy. One went directly for her, and the other intentionally flew past her and doubled back, attempting to hit her from behind.