Azoth flinched, laying his ears flat against his heads. What was this hideous noise? Some kind of terrible weapon? He stared as the other demon entered and made a hasty transformation. Something about him seemed familiar.<br/><br/>Eve was a little less concerned with any of the human’s reactions. When Salem raised his weapon and stepped forward, she glared at him and advanced, weapon raised. She saw the binding mark flash on his hand and frowned. Were these the other bound ones? They seemed rather disappointing.<br/>However, the encounter did not continue for long. “Eve!” Azoth snapped. “Enough. We come as allies, not aggressors.” For now, he thought. Eve frowned, but dropped her stance. He stepped forward and looked the group and down. The other demon was unfamiliar, but the one that had made a transformation… He scrutinized the sword. “Saal A'hamuun?” He said. “Is that truly you?”<br/><br/>“Saal A'hamuun?” Eve repeated from behind him.<br/><br/>“We fought in war together,” Azoth said. “It has been a long time. Several millenniums, if am not mistaken. What are you doing here, with these weaklings?” He breathed out a puff of smoke.