The centipede seemed to smile as it grazed Azoth's sides. "Show myself?" it asked, mockingly, in a deep and booming voice. It ducked as the hellhorse sent a blast of flame blooming towards it. It hissed swerved to the side, but it hit the rafter beneath it. Its underbelly was scorched as the wooden support caught fire. It dropped to the floor, uncoiling. It reared up, its many legs twitching. "You demand things of me," it began quietly, and then continued, in an almost roar of a voice, "When you trespass?!"<br/><br/>Its head recoiled, and then it released a jet of sand from its mouth, right towards Azoth. It then lunged forward again, maw open and ready to tear into some horse-flesh.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Aamu's yellow mask faded to a burnt orange, and then its bright, default red. "Nasty surprise, that was," she commented. She unflattened herself from the floor, and returned to her normal, bulbous form. She waddled along next to Salem, who was holding Solomon. Joe took up the rear.<br/><br/>He placed his foot on the nice carpet, and he had the faint feeling like he should be taking his shoes off. He walked over to one of the statues, and reached for one of the horns on the helmets. Aamu looked at him, and he looked at her. "What? I'm just looking at it," he said defensively.<br/><br/>When Salem spoke, Aamu nodded. "Which is why you shouldn't be fiddling with it," she said. The black mist began to block the door. Joe, however, took no notice, and unwedged an axe from one of the knight's grip. He gave it an experimental twirl, and then looked over to Aamu with a big smile.<br/><br/>The knight's joints leaked black mist, and it lunged forward, gripping Joe in its firm, metallic embrace. Aamu's mask flashed yellow in shock, and then a drab blue in annoyance. Joe's shoes slid on the carpet as the knight tried to grab the axe back from him. Joe kicked backwards until he knocked one of the metal suit's feet out, and then rushed back towards the rest of the group. The knight fell with a heavy crash, and then got back up.<br/><br/>Aamu bristled in anticipation of a battle, and her tail waggled back and forth. Joe looked at the axe, and tightened his grip on it. "How do we deal with these things?" he asked no one in particular, very aware that the suits were approaching.