Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!
She was letting the man go? Clark didn't move. It seemed unlikely that the demon would be interested in letting the man get away. That cruel, twisted behavior that he had seen some her kind exhibit in the past made Clark doubt her motivations in regards to that man entirely. But he was already broken and bloody. Clark didn't think that he'd be able to get to the stairs on his own without help, no less to the exit all the way on the bottom floor. Jaw setting, Clark kept his attention trained on the demon possessing Jaina. He could only hope that the man had it in him to try. Something told Clark that things between him and this demon were not going to go as smoothly as he would have preferred. So long as that man got out of the way and held on for as long as he could, Clark would try to get him to a hospital the first chance he got. Just as soon as he rescued Jaina from the monster wearing her skin.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Clark lifted his chin, but otherwise he didn't dare move. He was going to exorcise her. Clark had heard that was the safest, most simple way to go about things when it came to demons. In all his time here, that was one of the things that he had focused on the most. Memorizing the exorcism, making sure that he knew how to appropriately confront a demon without harming the innocents that they were possessing. He had to do this quickly if he wanted to keep Jaina and that man safe. They were the only two souls left on this floor. That was it. Everyone else was dead. Clark might have gotten here too late for them, but he wasn't going to let those two die. So he drew in a deep breath and began to speak, Latin spilling from his mouth in a strong, steady voice. She wanted to play, didn't she? She could go and do that in Hell where she belonged. Clark imagined that there was quite the playground waiting for her down in the pit.