"You wanna try it?" Salem asked exasperatedly. Sure, it looked cool, but it felt like it weighed half a ton and looked like it hit with twice as much force. If he even managed to get it out of the floor, he was sure he would've accidentally chopped his own head off trying to steady the damn thing. He silenced himself as the shadowy mass formed into a pretty freaky-lookin' beast, but thankfully, it seemed to be on their side. Its swordplay was rather impressive, and when the hostile beasts were dead, Salem watched both the tall shadow and the sword at its feet.<br/><br/>The sword's stony texture faded back into the more fleshy appearance it held prior to its hardening, and after surrounding itself with the smoke once more, the weapon changed back into the small gargoyle form it had held prior. The bat-winged creature was tiny next to the masked thing, a mere three feet when standing and even less when hunched over. It too looked both of the boys over, curling what passed for a lip upward in what almost looked like an expression of disdain.<br/><br/>"I expected better, you know." The gargoyle spoke in a surprisingly human voice, one that didn't match its frankly terrifying appearance at all. It stood up on its hind legs and strolled over to Salem, crossing its arms as it looked up at him. "'Specially from you, with your family history and all. Maybe I should've gone back a generation." Clawed fingers tapped against the demon's own bicep, making a rhythmic tapping noise.<br/><br/>"...What?" Salem asked, unable to process what the hell was happening. "What the hell are you talking about?"<br/><br/>"This isn't really the time or place to explain." The gargoyle pointed to the area behind Salem and Joe, where a vast multitude of glowing eyes were scarcely visible in the distant shadows. "They know you're here now, and they're famished. Come along," He turned around, and with a powerful jump, took back to the skies. He expected the boys to follow. If they didn't, they'd have a horde of trouble to deal with.