Team Jeff!
Christ, where had they all come from? It was like the rift all of a sudden decided it was going to dig its heels in and vomit up a whole team's worth of more nasties just to fuck with them. Full-on battle mode, then. Hook was in it, and as long as Jefferson was kept safe enough and didn't let up on trying to close the bloody hellmouth then they would have to just push through it; no way was giving up an option, now that they had opened this Pandora's Box.
"Swan's right, you've got to keep going," he called over to his best mate and thwack, squish, the blade of the sword impaled something disgusting and when he pulled it out, he was quite sure the color of that blood wasn't natural. Of course, should he have expected anything less?
The flash of blades, and fireballs flying. Adrenaline fueled him for the time being, as he kept his own tabs on the others in their party, parrying this way and that, maneuvering deftly around to fight back against the demons that Snow didn't already have - just hang in there a bit more, and they would be able to say they conquered this puzzle.