They pass small garrisons of bearded devils with living, snarling beards below snarling faces, any one of which Sevar might defeat, but which she'd be hard-pressed indeed to handle as a mob.  They are playing dull games to pass the time, more on the level of naughts-and-crosses than any game held respectable in Golarion, though they bring their toothed glaives to respectful yet threatening attention as the group passes.

They pass small garrisons of bearded devils with living, snarling beards below snarling faces, any one of which Sevar might defeat, but which she'd be hard-pressed indeed to handle as a mob.  They are playing dull games to pass the time, more on the level of naughts-and-crosses than any game held respectable in Golarion, though they bring their toothed glaives to respectful yet threatening attention as the group passes.

(Legend says that there was a whole planet of beings like this, which Barbatos sold to Asmodeus and so became archdevil of Hell's first layer.)