Had someone called for a small arsenal? Knox had tried telling himself this was just another night. Day, really, but they weren't doing anything they didn't normally do. He hadn't dressed any differently than any other time the gang went out to kick some demon ass, right down to his modified Kevlar. No guns was the rule, but a little extra protection never hurt. Stakes? Check. Knives? Check. Wakizashi? Check. Brass knuckles? Check.
Because nothing felt better than bashing a demon's face in, first thing in the morning.
He nodded to Gunn. "Let's do this shit." And headed through the portal.