Oh, alright, wizards. Magic...how ridiculous but if it worked, he wasn't going to stop superstition. Still, he looked over his shoulder at Ten, "Frogs? Really? How unimaginative." He raised his sonic screwdriver as well, watching the armed men tense.

"Newts or persimmons. Much better, my dear Cockatoo, much better."

The leader looked at his men, these strangers did dress oddly and whatever items they'd just pulled were unlike any he had seen. "It's a simple matter. Leave your valuables, and leave with your lives."