[The men with their club look a little dumb-founded at suddenly having two swordsmen between them and their intended target. They look at each other, then at the grim smile on Caliban's face, then hold up their hands (and club) and bac off a little.]

More than you bargained for, is it?

[Caliban looks grim, still, but now also amused.]

I prefer to fight demons, but I will fight mortals if the cause if just. Apparently my young friend here feels the same.