Jerus woke up in time to see another person stab what he could only assume to be a demon. He watched it die and could only smile to himself as he stood. "Well done, you served righteous justice to that trash." Feeling the familiar, if slightly out of place, weight of a katana on his back. "Odd, I could have sworn I was holding two Kama when I died..." Dismissing it for now, he drew the katana from it's sheath and looked around him for more foes to face. "It would seem we're in hell. I...do not belong here."