Viktor and his men watched on patiently, though some seemed more afraid than astonished, like he was. Granted, there were a couple youngsters among them that looked on with wide eyes, murmuring to each other in fascination of the ancient fae magic on display before them, while the older gentlemen... Seemed less excited.
They drew their blades similar to how the older ill soldier did, alarmed at how the young boy seemed to collapse in her arms. Their uneducated minds simply thought she had hit him with a death spell, or something preposterous like that... Still, Anoria seemed calm, and even replied to the insults in a way that amused Viktor some. He was smarter than a lot of these men, and they'd listen to him.
Turning his horse so that he faced them all, he slammed one of the heads of his spear into the cobblestone three times, enough to grab everyone's attention. "Enough!" He bellowed out, all of his men silencing themselves. He cast the man who started the panic a glare. "You will sheathe your blade, soldier. You will have a seat and allow the woman to work on you, or I will send you back to the castle. Am I understood?"
It took a few minutes, but eventually, the man gave a couple of quick nods, slowly sheathing the sword before sitting back in his previous spot and patiently awaiting the fae. "It's truly something else! We reap the benefits of stolen fae land, and then we raise Hell if ever that same fae tries to help us! Demon, she? Take a good, long look at yourselves and tell me if she's truly the demon here!" He bellowed down at his men, who just looked towards each other and away in shame. He glanced at Anoria. "You may carry on."