He could tell the effect he was having on the oni, and though a little concerned about how strong the effect was had already decided that a happier oni was a more friendly oni was one less likely to kill and/or eat his unit before they could get home. "Virtually everyone I've ever met was mortal, in fact," he repeats, letting his hands continue to talk for him as much as he can while he bought time for the magic users to figure out what was going on. When she pulls away, Johan lets his hands hang in the air where her tail had been, murmuring, "As you wish." Her mind had been deflected! His plan worked! And then it all goes to hell because the fairy draws a gun and the naga appears to go mad. Though his face reddens, he restrains himself from screaming at anyone as they take... diplomatically speaking, actions he would have advised against. At least Disa appears to not be particularly perturbed by the rifle. The same can't be said for Sasara, and he grits his teeth. "Sasara, we've talked about this. You don't have the right to volunteer anyone else to get eaten," he says in the tones of someone long-suffering putting up with much in the name of a higher cause. "And I don't really think it's *wise* for you to-" he breaks off, seeing that Disa's already eagerly accepted the challenge. Shooting Sasara a cool look, he casually rests his hand on the hilt of his sword, drifting behind Disa ostensibly to enjoy the view but so that, if things went really badly, he'd at least get one surprise attack in while praying that the oni wasn't *impossibly* tough, just... just as strong as she'd looked. And then the ground metaphorically lurched under Johan's feet again, as another person was drawn to their gathering. Flicking his eyes over the newcomer, he says tersely, "That's fine. Nobody but Disa here does. We just came here after a Gate went bad. Johan Mahina, officer in the Iron Boars. And our 'numbers' are still under negotiation." He can't quite resist checking out as much of the tiger's body as he can see, but it's abbreviated as he drags his mind back to business before it's quite ready. As Alura makes her plea for clemency, Johan's jaw muscles clench and bunch at the sides of his mouth as he looks around in case more newcomers are about to hop into the trench. Anyone who wanted to be eaten, he had bigger problems than saving, but if someone who didn't want to be oni-food looked like they were in trouble he'd be duty-bound to try to save them...