In a voice that took on an obvious tone of urgency, Salem yelled out in response. "Hit them!" A simple enough direction, and one that hadn't failed them yet. If the hollows could be overpowered by them, then these knights probably could as well. With Solomon in his hand, he took a deep breath, then ran forward towards a pair of the animated suits. His attacks, taking the style of multiple slashes towards the midsection of one knight, proved to be quite ineffective. Solomon's blade left scratches on the surface of the metallic demons' suits, but caused no proper damage. After a flurry, Salem stopped for a moment and got a pointed sabaton in the gut in response. The kick floored him and left him breathless. In the moments he took to recover, the knight approached him and raised its lance, turning it downward to stab into him. He barely avoided impalement by rolling to the side, swinging his sword at the knight's knee. The impact damaged the layer of chain beneath the plates, and black mist spewed from the wound.<br/><br/>"I don't think that's going to be very effective," Solomon quipped, leaving his sword form. He perched on Salem's shoulders as he backed away, carefully eyeing the knights. The injured one now moved with a limp and was slightly slowed, but still moved.<br/><br/>"Then what will?" A question that anyone who actually knew a thing about plate armour would be able to easily answer, but Salem wasn't especially knowledgeable. He balled his fists and kept himself moving around the knights, waiting for a response.<br/><br/>"Blunt force. Smash them apart," Solomon answered. "Cutting metal tends not to work." Sharp as he may have been when shifted, some things just couldn't be cut easily. Metal-skinned demons, unfortunately, looked to be among those things. "Let's try something." Slithering down Salem's arm, Solomon shifted his form again, at first appearing to take on the shape of his blade shape. His skull, however, rested at the end of the weapon's length instead of its hilt. When he solidified, Salem didn't quite have a good grip and nearly dropped him, sending his head clanking into the floor, but he quickly managed to lift him back up and prepare for battle.<br/><br/>When the injured knight started to approach again, Salem swung the skull-hammer into its midsection. The weakened plate buckled under the impact, and more black mist began to spray from the holes in the metal left by Solomon's horns. It stumbled back and fell over, alive but temporarily disabled.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mary felt a frown creep across her face when Eve gave her an answer. Christ, a kid doing this? She could hardly imagine how she would've done in a similar situation. In fact, she was sure that she would've kicked the bucket within the hour. But Eve had managed, so it apparently wasn't impossible to stay alive in this strange place. The prison explanation raised her interest, but at the same time gave her an immediate sense of worry. "A prison?" She repeated, pausing in an attempt to think of how to word her next question. "We're not in Hell, are we? Because I really don't want to be in Hell." Eloquent. Meeting new people under dire circumstances was Mary's forte, obviously.