One String

On top of the building, the five individuals stood in a standoff.

"Who are you, and why are you violating the peace treaty between humans and demons?" Bynum, the gray-haired man, asked, his voice firm and commanding after he broke through his momentary lapses. 

He had achieved his power and status through effort and talent, making his will power quite strong.

After a couple more seconds, the other hunters also broke through their confusion, and everyone clenched the hilt of their katana, knowing full well that they had almost succumbed to her charm. 

They were now ready to move at a moment's notice.

Slowly, they shifted into a loose formation, each hunter positioning themselves strategically to avoid the threat of getting taken out by a large scale attack. 

Bynum, the gray-haired leader, was at the forefront. His stance was wide and solid, feet planted firmly on the ground.