Eve flinched back when Damon grabbed Mary. That had not been planned at all. However, while he knocked Mary back to the floor, Eve's eyes went to the gun that had been knocked from his hands. She scooped it off the floor. At least he had lost one weapon.<br/><br/>"Listen," she said, straightening, "I don't know what you want, but I'm not afraid to fight you." His demon would probably show up any second, and then they were truly screwed. She would either die, or Mary would die, or they would both die, or Azoth would lord the whole encounter over her head forever. First time she'd been on her own in who knows how long and this happened. She remembered her charge, briefly, and glanced over at Mary. The girl looked stunned, but not otherwise hurt. That was something, at least. Eve returned her focus to Damon. "Please, just go."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>When the fire faded, Azoth realized they were not actual fighting anyone. This was cemented by Solomon's sarcastic remark. Azoth glowered at the group, but as usual failed to come up with anything pithy to say. Finally, he settled on, "I have excellent aim." He immediately turned and stomped back out of the room before checking to see which route they were actually supposed to go, muttering unkind words under his breath.