Azoth snarled as the creature dove at him, once again scoring a glancing blow. He'd grown too dependent on Eve's presence, he realized. Their strategy relied on the other's presence. It was an irritating thought. He turned and breathed out another gust of fire. Retreat was not something to even consider, at least not until they secured what they had came for. If the demon was unalerted to the other's presence, that could give them the time they needed.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Eve shook her head at Mary's question. "It's more like Limbo," she said. "I wouldn't want to be in Hell either," she added, a little awkwardly. People bonded over shared opinions and interests, right? Eve wasn't sure not wanting to be in Hell counted, but she was working with what she had. Then she paused. There was noise outside the door.<br/><br/>"Get down," she ordered Mary. She lifted her sword from its resting place and stood, shifting into a fighting stance. It could possibly be a hollow, or a whole group of them, or some demon come to antagonize them. She weighed escape routes and attack plans in her mind as the door gave way.<br/><br/>It was a man.<br/><br/>Since tonight was apparently the night humans flooded Limbo, Eve shook it off and stayed on guard. At his greeting, she frowned. He didn't seem overtly hostile, but something in his demeanor seemed different. "Eve," she said in response to his question, eying him suspiciously. "Drop any weapons you have. Why are you intruding here?"