"Not good?" Salem parroted, a hint of pretty obvious concern in his voice. "What do you mean not good?" It didn't take more than a moment for his question to be answered, and as the door was ripped off the wall by a torrent of sand, Salem raised his arms in a defensive position. The door was flung right into him, but Solomon's blade took the brunt of the impact. Salem slid back a good distance, remaining on his feet, and forced Solomon out of the wood he'd been embedded in. "What was that?" He demanded, arms flopping outward in an exasperated movement. Damn it, hollows had been fine to deal with, but now there was some weird sand monster flying around.<br/><br/>"A demon," Solomon replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "And a strong one at that. Keep your guard up, boys, and keep moving." While he could not walk in his sword form, he could still order Salem to keep moving. Solomon was laid across Salem's shoulders, and with a nudge to the back of the human's head, he got his bound partner to move forward through the now-open door's damaged frame.<br/><br/>The next room was a long hallway, lined with suits of armour that outwardly resembled European plate. Layers of dark stone bricks made up the walls, and to the left, multiple enormous windows let in rays of moonlight. The floor was also stone, adorned with a long rug that was reminiscent of Arabian carpet. The walls were adorned with similar rugs, hanging between doors and behind the suits of armour.<br/><br/>While humanoid, the armour suits were all heavier-looking than what would be practical, and had gauntlets adorned with spiked ridges and helmets bearing horn-like designs, and each held weapons made of the same black metal their plates were made from. Salem was immediately suspicious, and he lifted Solomon's blade from his shoulder to hold in both hands. "I get the feeling these are more than just decorations," He mumbled, tightening his grip on the weapon's handle.<br/><br/>As if on cue, once the entire group had passed into the hall, a black mist filled the space where the door once was, as well as the other doors in the hall. A similar mist began to leak from the joints of the plate armours, and a bright yellow glow crossed their visors. Their limbs creaked as the mist continued to leak from them, and at first in unison, they stepped off the stands that they'd been mounted on. A few wielded swords, whether single large ones or a smaller pair, and others held axes and lances. They eventually stopped blowing out mist, and after it flowed across the floor momentarily, the animated suits began to rush forward.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"It's fine, it's fine..." Mary grumbled. She didn't mean to offend Eve by outright saying she was hoping none of this was existing, but she still felt a twinge of regret when she heard the other woman apologize.<span style="font-style: italic">"Nice going, Mary,"</span>she thought to herself, biting her lip.<span style="font-style: italic">"Your dumb asshole self just told a person you were hoping they weren't real. Bravo."</span>After a few more moments of just staring at the roof, she sat back up and shifted a little to face Eve more directly. "So...How long you been doing this? Do you have any idea what's actually going on?" Eve looked a hell of a lot more experienced than her idiot brother and friend, so she figured a history lesson would come better from her. She would've just asked one of the demons, if they'd been around, but all of them had taken off far too quickly.