He hadn't been expecting the raven but maybe he should have. He certainly wasn't expecting the raven to become a wolf and be his guard. Ash felt himself relax a little even as he kept up his Presence. A good half of the offending Anarchs fell to their knees while the others fought the feeling of being taken over.
"The supposed traitor has more honor than you, whelp," Ash frowned slightly, "Leave if you value your lives." The ones that were capable started to back off. The ones actually affected by him seemed frozen in place. "Go home. Better yourselves. Take night classes. Do charity. This is the will of your new god," and with that, he lowered the effects but didn't make them entirely disappear. He knew though that these particular Anarchs would never be the same - not around him anyway. His power lingered like a plague.
It was only once the Anarchs cleared off that he killed it completely. But as much as he wanted to calm Rook, he didn't reach out. One had to wait for the feral sense to subside.