"No man fuck this. Fuck this. This is bullcrap." Salem's voice was a rather terrified whine, and after the short run away from the building, he turned back around to face the spooky creature's dwelling. The thing was still hammering against the window with a variety of headbutts and punches, but after a few more seconds of that, it stopped. Salem felt relief, and gave out a sigh. "Oh, thank go-" And then the door opened. The creature stepped outside, and in the low light outside, was fully visible. An emaciated blueish humanoid, lips pulled back in a permanent snarl. The claws and fangs looked even more intimidating now that they weren't entirely masked by shadow.<br/><br/>Salem despaired as his life and dreams all suddenly seemed meaningless in the face of certain death. The thing could open doors, so it wasn't like they could just sit inside and wait for it to get bored of pounding away. Running away wouldn't work too good, since neither Joe nor Salem were world-class athletes, so he did the only thing he could think of doing and raised his club defensively. He looked over the beast for any potential spots of vulnerability. Head? Most likely. Knees? They looked weak enough. Crotch? It wasn't packing anything anymore, but who knows maybe it still had nerves.<br/><br/>As he pondered the idea, a shadow from above cast itself over him. He looked upward, met with the sight of a smaller, grey thing most easily compared to a skeletal gargoyle. At this point, Salem's thought process had firmly become "Fuck everything" and he was going to just swing at anything that got too close and hope for the best. The gargoyle wasn't attacking directly just yet, thankfully, and was just circling above the scene, watching.