In reaction to Aamu ripping apart a knight from the inside, Salem raised Solomon in a defensive stance, deflecting a pauldron that went careening through the air at him. A blink and a beat of silence followed, broken by an exasperated question towards the demon he was currently swinging about. "Why can't you do that?" He asked, swinging Solomon headfirst into an approaching knight.<br/><br/>"In case you haven't noticed, I'm very small. Now focus!" Solomon scolded. Distractions would only get the boys killed, and he sure as hell didn't want that to happen. Taking the advice, Salem moved to the knight that Joe had floored, swinging Solomon's hammer-like head into the side of the metal demon's helmet. It was shorn off by the force, and clanked against the wall. The mist that powered them poured from the knights that had their armour torn apart, and with nowhere to go, simply floated around aimlessly.<br/><br/>The demonic power within the mist was detectable, quite a bit more potent than that in the hollows. "Boys," Solomon said, pausing for a moment so he could speak without being buried face-first into a knight's midsection. "When you're done with them, I want you to touch those clouds. Understand?"<br/><br/>"What?" Salem immediately responded. The number of knights was falling rapidly, and the clouds of billowing darkness in the room grew thicker. "Why?"<br/><br/>"I'll explain when there's less a chance of you getting stabbed. Hurry up." Solomon gave the order with a dry tone of voice, and prepared himself for yet another face-first meeting with a body of demonic steel. God, did he hope Salem found something else to use for this soon.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mary gave a slow nod, pursing her lips a bit. Limbo...Wasn't a lot better than Hell, considering there were demons and zombies and all sort of awful shit walking about. But at least her soul wasn't being tortured for all eternity, or whatever it was that happened in Hell. However, even with all this terrible, terrible revelation, she felt a subconscious sense of relief. If all this existed, surely an inverse must have as well, right? If she played her cards right, her lifelong dream of high-fiving Jesus just might have become a reality. A little smile crossed her lips at the thought. Whether it was the result of her tired mind thinking fatigued thoughts or just her brain attempting to calm itself down, the idea was nice either way.<br/><br/>All those soothing thoughts were immediately torn away when the thumping at the door and the subsequent shattering of the lock sent splinters of wood flying at her. She wasted no time in following Eve's order, flopping forward out of her seat and onto the ground, then rolling under the table. From there, she attempted to remain in shadows, and silenced herself utterly. Another human entered, which drew some interest from her. Just how many of these types were out and about tonight? Was there some secret society of sick-ass demon slayers? And if so, why the hell hadn't she been invited?<br/><br/>Regardless of inquiries, she kept quiet and just watched.