Joe managed to get up on top of the gate with relative ease, wishing that he had planned something strategic like Salem had. He watched sourly from atop the gate, being careful of the spikes, as Salem leaped onto the building. Though, when his friend smacked into the wall and only managed to grab something beneath the window, Joe decided he needed to plan more carefully. He sucked in a breath and stood, wobbling on top of the gate. When he gained his balance, Salem had already scrambled through the window.<br/><br/>He held in his gut for preparation. He placed one foot on one of the spikes on top of the gate, testing how sharp it was. When he could put some of his weight on it without it piercing through his shoe, he darted across a few of them before pushing off of one sideways. He twisted in the air and made surprising distance, just falling short of the window, but managing to grab onto some vines. Some snapped with his weight, but he quickly shifted to grabbing convenient handholds on the wall. He exhaled in disbelief.<br/><br/>Joe hoisted himself up onto the window sill and leaped down into the room. He landed on the floor quietly near Salem, who hadn't quite gotten up yet. He didn't say anything while Solomon asked if he was alright, but he had to stifle a laugh at the least. Aamu was at the door, her mask flat to the ground. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"<br/><br/>Aamu's neck twisted and she looked at Joe sharply. "I'm seeing what's beyond the door," she answered, and then went back to doing what she said she was doing.<br/><br/>Joe walked forward in tandem with Salem, and Aamu skittered away from the door. Aamu's mask flashed bright yellow, and she suddenly became one with the ground, with the exception of her long, shadowy neck and head. "Not good," she whispered.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>From the door, small particles of sand began to filter through the crack at the bottom. The hinges strained, and the door was ripped open by a vicious current of sand. Joe ducked as it stormed overhead, long and curvaceous. He whipped his head back to see it solidify into something in the rafters, and then disappear. "Holy shit?" he whimpered.<br/><br/>The creature clicked its many legs on the rafters, and it disappeared down the hallway before anyone could follow it. It turned sharply left, and then into the main entrance area. In front of Azoth, the creature uncoiled itself from the rafters, sand dripping from its fanged, circular mouth.<br/><br/>Its many black, shiny mandibles twitched protectively over its sharp mouth. Its legs wiggled as it balanced, upside down, half of its body still wrapped around the wooden rafters. Even though it had no eyes, it looked straight at Azoth and let out a bloodcurdling shriek. Then, it lunged right for him, jaws permanently agape.