laying in the pile of equipment, the man sees a chain sword and chest plate. with the unsettling feeling of being watched growing in intensity he knows he must arm himself. he walks toward the pile keeping an eye on the corridor ahead. "how do I know I can trust you, and how do I know you're not lying to me?" he asks the demon, which replies. "you don't, but if you don't trust me. you're going to get us both killed." the man hesitates. "fine" the man says as he picks up the old weapon, "watch that corridor then. if you see anything... well just do something to warn me." the man slides the chest plate over his head and tightens the straps, he then slides one gauntlet on to his right arm. it is the only one that may actually do some good. he raises the chain sword to check its fuel. there isn't much left but it will have to do. "so D, do you know how the hell to get out of here?" he asks the demon. "I... do not. but I do know whatever is down that hall, is getting closer."