Which is exactly the point. The fighting is so close and so intense for a few minutes that Devero doesn't notice the demons have closed him off from Trunks until it's too late and he's surrounded. Cruelly clawed hands snatch at him from all sides, too many to beat them all back and so one finally fixes around his wrist from behind, halting his swing and pulling him off balance. His other arm is caught an instant later and his weapons are wrenched from his hands.

"No-- shit, no, let me go--!"

The crowd around him parts, clearing a path for one of those waifish, knife-sharp little demons. Devero's voice catches in his throat and he recoils, struggling to pull himself free. He knows these little ones are the smart ones, the really dangerous ones. Claws sink into his flesh and a pair of jaws gnashes beside his ear, a warning as he's held there until the little demon is only a meter or two away. The demons grappling him shove him forward then, so roughly that he crashes to his knees.

The little demon in front of him grins, showing rows and rows of teeth-- and then lashes out with writhing, shadowy chains.

Devero manages to yell out his friend's name once before the chains loop around him. Then he just screams.