Usually Simon had no problems fighting multiple armed enemies at once. But it was hard with his ammo empty, his knives gone and his gear torn. He held out as best as he could, throwing an attacker to the floor, before another on pointed a gun at him.

This is it... Simon thought, but in a blink of an eye, the attacker fell to the ground. Dead. The other enemies soon followed, the only beings left were him and you.

Simons eyes widen, you were a demon, but as it seems, a friendly one. "Thanks."