The heavy bass that had blared through Jamie's headphones subtly quieted, the volume dulling and replace itself with a loud ringing in his ears prompting the librarian to look down to his phone, pressing the volume button repeatedly in attempts to turn it up and getting a Max Volume notice in return. With a resigned<span style="font-style: italic">tsk</span>, he turned off the screen and pulled out his headphones, curling them around his phone and shoving it back into his coat pocket. When he looked up it was to stare out the window, though with the glare from the light the most he could see was the reflection of the other passengers. He tried to ignore them, choosing instead to focus on the tunnel outside though a flicker of movement caught his peripheral vision. It was near the young girl that had sat a few benches down from him at the station, though she didn't appear to have moved in the slightest as she was still and steady against the hand rail. A slight movement again, quite close to her this time and Jamie found himself leaning closer to the window and focusing his eyes to get a better look. A third flicker of motion and Jamie's eyes widened, his head snapping around furiously to behold the creature that he wanted to believe he hadn't seen in the window's reflection.<br/><br/>Jamie's vision was assaulted by a flurried mix of motions and shadows and it took his eyes a moment to adjust to the rapid movement, his vision focusing just as the creature wrapped itself around the young girl it was nearest to, blades tearing at the fabric of her clothes and slicing her skin. The ringing in his ears grew louder almost to a deafening degree, and Jamie found himself twisting around with his heels digging into the seat to scrabble backwards against the wall of the train. His heart raced dangerously and his hands clapped over his ears to try and shut out the noise to no avail. He saw a bright light and felt the heat of flame from further down in the car, but his eyes couldn't be moved from whatever the hell kind of creature this was. Even through the barrier of his palms, he still clearly heard the noise made when this.. this<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>slammed the girl into the door. He also heard the man from the station start to speak, and Jamie dropped his hands from his ears to hear him. Suddenly he had a newfound interest in whatever he had to say.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"What I am about to summon is going to be able to strike at the beings astral essence. However if you don't listen to anything else I say listen to this - it is NOT something that can be shown weakness. Do not avert your gaze from it and do not show fear. The beast coming through can tolerate weakness for it is the weak that it is coming to defend but cowardice it despises utterly."</span><br/><br/>Jamie wanted to ask what the hell he was talking about, wanted to ask what this thing was, but he found himself unable. Instead he swallowed hard and nodded, one hand clapped over his mouth to try and steady his breathing and the other over his heart to feel it beating against his chest. Just as the flames at the floor of the cart - which reminded him so much of a portal to hell - seemed to breach and begin to produce something, the woman that had offered her hand in camaraderie to the man at the station walked up. She seemed calm, completely unfazed by the situation unfolding. Further down the car, Jamie was keenly aware of the wound of metal scraping and falling, but he couldn't take his flickering sight from between the flames and the woman. She talked about scaring it off, about how anything else would be a waste of time. Either the woman had bigger priorities or she was touched in the head, Jamie wasn't sure which. He was simply grateful for the calm demeanor. Not from only her, but from the man from the station and from the priest that had joined them right as the train was boarding. They were all so calm, so in control of the situation, and Jamie had to let himself be put at ease from that fact.<br/><br/>Slowly regaining control of his breathing, Jamie chanced his vision crossing the train in the direction of where he'd heard the noises of metal hitting the ground. Where a door had once been now stood the man clad in exquisite Egyptian fashion. All that remained that Jamie could see were the hinges, which were now nothing more than twisted metal in the threshold. The door had been ripped off entirely by the same man that was now uttering words in a language that was unfamiliar to Jamie.<br/><br/>Green eyes darted back to the two hellish creatures in the train. The one that had tormented the rebellious-looking girl seemed stunned, completely immobilized and trapped in a shadowy coin wrapped around its body. Without completely averting his gaze, Jamie risked a glance toward the injured woman. She was half-crouched, half-slumped against the car door with her wounds bleeding quite badly. The priest was near her, speaking words that the librarian did not recognize, but he certainly felt a sort of calming energy from them. He returned his gaze back to scene unfolding with a new sense of what Jamie could only describe as resolution.<br/><br/>There were three things that Jamie was sure had to happen now. One, Deus had to make this shot. Two, the summoned familiar had to use it's array of teeth for a powerful bite. And three, they had to be alright. All of them.