Screwtape enjoyed every moment of it; every push, every resistance meant her human hands or face or hair in contact with him.  This he enjoyed; at least she was not playing dead.  Screwtape began to drool, waiting, wanting, loving what was coming next.<br/><br/>The other gargoyles had helped Errol to grab a small halberd which was seemingly a decorative piece off the wall.  They could not help Errol, though; part of the intervention was that Errol had to be mad enough, strong enough, and smart enough to use it.<br/><br/>Screwtape was taking many more liberties than he ought; but agian, he was a Demon.  What did he care?  The unique chiffon of her clothes only served to remind him of his next moves.  He would have wished she wanted to play with him too; but seeing that wasn't going to happen, he began moving in for the kill, so to speak.<br/><br/>Errol, realizing he had mere seconds, threw the haldberd in the air.  As Screwtape reached to fondle her chest, the haldberd hit Screwtape in the back; it tore some flesh, and a little blood trickled out.  It was enough to annoy him, and stop him from what he was doing.  Soon, he felt pulsating pain going through his arms, forcing him to let go of Amora and deal with the hurt.  The spinal cord and nervous system must have been somewhat affected.<br/><br/>He was stunned for a moment ...