Solomon's weight was certainly not enough to keep him from being blown away by Kazarn's attack, and the minuscule demon went careening across the room away from him. Kazarn's claws made a few successful marks in his skin just before he was forced away, two deep dashes in his chest and midsection leaking inky black blood. When he finally landed on the ground nearby, he did so in a crumpled heap, rolling ungracefully across the hard floor. He remained still for a long while, and when attempting to push himself back onto his feet, fell forward again and smacked his face against the tiles. It had been a long, long time since he'd fought something stronger than a stray Hollow, and going at a much larger demon on his own was, in hindsight, not the best idea. Instead of try to walk again, he began to crawl, leaving a trail of black behind him as he dragged himself towards Salem, who was still partially trapped in the sand and bleeding.<br/><br/>While having a rough time, he by no means was giving up. Despite the pain of the wounds on his arms, and the massive amount of tiny cuts across his face and hands, he felt an odd exhilaration. With some extra force, he yanked a leg out of the sand and stumbled forward out of it, catching himself on his elbows and knees. Kazarn, at least temporarily, had been disabled. Ruby herself was also heading towards the demon, ignoring her surroundings just enough to give Salem a chance to quickly crawl past her, over to Solomon's side. Once there, he pushed himself over into a sitting position and hefted the tiny demon up, supporting his head with the crook of his elbow. "Hey, hey, c'mon, little guy." Salem whispered, using his other hand to pat at Solomon's bony face. "Wake up, we can do this. I didn't let you drag my ass back in here to lose to a bug."<br/><br/>While annoyed at the mention of his size, Solomon was impressed with the human's tenacity. A shrill hiss escaped him at first, and one of his hands took a tight hold on Salem's wrist. "No, you didn't," He responded, turning his head to observe their opponents. When he saw what was happening, his grip tightened. "If you think this is bad, then it's about to get worse. But I doubt we'll get a second chance if we run now." His wings flapped as he managed to get himself standing, though he remained supported by Salem. "They're fusing."<br/><br/>"What now?" Salem asked, worriedly looking past the pair of enemies and towards Joe. The very idea of the fight getting worse worried him greatly, and his best friend's well-being was one of the first things that came to mind. Damn it, this was a shitty situation they got themselves into.<br/><br/>"Their souls and bodies are going to merge into a single being. It's something that can only be achieved after a certain level of binding. Either they're better than I gave them credit for, or they're idiots." Solomon doubted another marked pair would attempt or even know of such an act unless they could pull it off. "We need to get this over with, quickly."<br/><br/>Clenching his jaw, Salem took a shaky step up, pulling Solomon with him and helping the gargoyle onto his shoulder. The wet heaviness of his ruined sleeves was getting to him, so he rolled them up to his elbows and rolled his neck, taking a long, but obviously nervous breath. "Okay, then let's hurry up and end it." He figured maybe, just maybe, if he was fast enough he could stop the fusion from even happening. The most logical course of action, clearly, was to run at Ruby and try to sucker punch her right in the face.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mary hefted the axe onto her shoulder, attempting to hold it there impressively. The weight of the blade made it roll over backwards, but she kept the stance regardless. At Eve's question, she gave a nod, answering with a very simple "Yeah." The less demons she had pulling tricks on her that night, the better. Casually, she walked back towards the table, letting the axe fall behind her as she neared it. It clanked and tumbled against the floor, and Mary herself climbed onto the tabletop and rested atop it, laying stock-straight with her face pressed downward against it.<br/><br/>She was done with whatever all this was, and more than ready to just fall asleep and pretend it never happened. While she liad there, she was completely silent, and intended to remain that way unless Eve tried to get more words out of her.