Starislav let his shinier partners to do the grand entrance.

The Bogatyr draw his sword, trying to focus on Rem's words.
His hands are alresdy draonic, but he still hope to fight it as a true champion of goodness.

From the ground, dripping earthly sweat, with lifted shield and raised blade he charge, slamming away any puny mortal from his way, and when he get to a wall, he channel the entropy through his sword to crush it.
"Magistrate!" he roar as three.
"Show yourself! At least die as a man!"