No bar fight in De's wildest dreams could be more disorienting, confusing and utterly destructive as this barrage was. Bodies mingling everywhere, weaving in and out of each other, breaking up the scene of the room. There was shouting in tongues as if he was at some demonic church, screaming and roaring their hymns to death himself. Naturally, beads of sweat flung off his face as he began swinging and forcefully moving large masses of bandits around, purposely causing them to bump into one another and break up any sort of attempt to organize. At this point any sort of leader or commander of the bandits either didn't exist or had already been regarded as a mindless sheep with the rest of the flock. He liked to imagine that. And in this moment of anarchy he liked to think of the group of bandits as sheep on a grassy plain that he must herd into the river to drown. 

Although the sight of the tied up hostages reminded him of his true goal with Orion, the one who held the honey blade. Of course he was easy to spot because of it, but it took a little effort to figure where any other hostages were, who are obviously fighting back at this point due to the back and forthed heads of the bandits. 
De locked eyes with one of them and for a second it looked as though she was about to attack out of instinct. De braced himself but she was suddenly taken from his gaze to deal with the true enemy. De decided to continue working the room, sweeping Bandits off their feet with his long battle axe but he still had to keep it's length in mind as to not hit any 'non bandits' for now. He did his best to set up the Bandits into the other fighters for easy targets especially for Orion in which he would disable their legs for him so that Orion could make kill moves. For just a moment De returned his eyes back to where the hostages had been and found that the woman who had previously gave him the stare down was on the ground parrying a bandit with her spear. Instinctively De switched his battle axe to his opposite hand and stomped over to the bandit to sweep his arm around the man's torso and essentially throwing him across the room, staggering backward a bit as he did.