Aamu's mention of Mary's well-being sent a sudden pang of worry through Salem's mind. They'd left her with a stranger, who was both armed and much more physically capable than Mary herself was. Neither of them were exactly social butterflies, either. Salem was hoping that the worst thing that had happened might have been a very long awkward silence, but given all those monsters that had swarmed the library earlier, he wasn't feeling too confident about that. Sure, Eve could probably hold her own, but without someone watching her back, could she keep Mary safe? Damn sibling instinct, making things worse.<br/><br/>Solomon, noticing Salem's worried expression, lightly patted his cheek with an open palm. "She'll be fine. The sooner we finish up here, the sooner we can go check on your sister. Keep your head steady." He attempted to reassure the human, and upon getting a nod as a response, he moved down Salem's arm. From there, he took his sword form again, preparing himself for whatever might be through the now-open door ahead of them.<br/><br/>Salem took hold of one of the door's large handles, nervous. They'd held their own well enough so far, but he was certain that their target would be better guarded. Hollows, animated armours, those were one thing. He anticipated much worse. After taking a deep breath, he pulled back and opened the door, stepping through into the next room.<br/><br/>He was quite surprised to see a human inside, accompanied by a large, insect-like demon. Immediately upon taking sight of Kazarn, Salem raised Solomon's blade defensively. It wasn't every day one stumbled upon a giant centipede, and on the occasions it happened, it was a scary as shit experience. Solomon, catching sight of the barrier, spoke up.<br/><br/>"He's in that bubble. I'm guessing these two are on the mayor's payroll," Solomon dryly remarked. "And if they're here, and our friend is back there, you know what that means?"<br/><br/>Salem, sidestepping a bit, took a wild guess. "We fight?"<br/><br/>Solomon made a noise of affirmation. "Now you're getting it. Let's get this done with."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mary, in all honesty, was about to agree with Damon. The less fighting between superhumans who could break her like a twig, the better. Things could've gone so well. Beautiful friendships could've been made. Hell, maybe a goddamn explanation would come out of it. But instead, another voice rang out, and everything went dark. Mary clenched her jaw and pushed her hair away from her eye when that happened, and immediately looked out the door.<br/><br/>Ose's illusory form was more than enough of an indication that shit was about to happen. And Mary, quite honestly, wanted no part of this. She lowered her arm, and instead of getting up to run, she rolled across the ground until she was at the table again. Once she felt sufficiently hidden, she then proceeded to slither backwards, moving as far away from the door as possible. She was sure Eve would understand. Hell, she could probably even take the thing.<br/><br/>Probably.