Let's see

As Ethan stood before the army of demons, he felt their collective gaze fix upon him, their eyes burning with a primal bloodlust that usually would send a chill down his spine. However, despite their intense hostility, their ranks had an unsettling stillness. They did not immediately charge or make any aggressive moves. It was as if they were awaiting something, biding their time with an eerie patience.

Their intent was clear in their twisted expressions: a hunger for battle and the desire to inflict pain upon their adversaries. The air crackled with a palpable tension, an anticipation of the imminent clash between Ethan and this horde of demonic creatures.

Yet, Ethan couldn't help but sense a hesitation, a reluctance in their actions. It was as if they were bound by some unseen force, restrained from unleashing their full might upon him. Despite their bloodlust, the demons seemed held back, perhaps by a command or an unspoken agreement amongst themselves.