As the hollows drew nearer, Azoth kicked out and knocked one back into the far wall. He breathed a circle of flame around him on the floor. Anyone wanting to get close would have to battle through flame. They hesitated around the rim, until two bounded over the leaping flames and lunged at Azoth. They landed on his shoulder, digging into skin. He shook off one into the fire, but the other stayed firmly latched on. He snarled. "Persistent, aren't you?" Without flinching, he rushed through the flame, letting the creature perish in the flame.<br/><br/>More were appearing now, alerted to Azoth's presence. He would have to join back up with the others, for everyone's respective safety. After a moment of trying to decide where they could be, he noticed the stairwell. It was curved in shape, which was immediately irritating- stairs were difficult enough as it was without the curving bits. He sighed and opened his wings and began flying over the steps- if he didn't have to walk them, he wouldn't have to. The hollows, however, were following him up the stairs.<br/><br/>He landed at the top and turned, blazing fire at the iron steps. The steps melted under the flame. It would, for now, slow the hollows down. He began walking down the hall, searching for the rest of the group.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Eve frowned contemplatively. "If you're cold, you're probably not dreaming. Also, I'm not a dream person." She paused, then added, "sorry." Objectively, Mary was having a pretty shitty time right now, but Eve had managed to reach a state that  she sort of ignored the shitty parts of demon fighting. It made it difficult to view other perspectives.