As the two men seemed to call a tentative truce Gerald thought to himself, where's a Slayer when you need one? Perhaps he should get one on speed-dial, just for instances such as this. As he sipped his scotch he also thought of Ragnarok, and the clientele there, and wondered if there were any who might have some reason to have loosed these beasts, and whether they'd be so kind as to call them off. But all these thoughts were quickly dismissed when Daniel's suggestions started to flow.

"I'm beginning to think firearms might be about our best bet, given there's two of them," he contributed. "A little noisier than a crossbow, but has the advantage of not requiring reloading. And also there's a greater chance there's one on the premises." He glanced across at the doors that were still being hammered by the hounds outside. "I guess the question then is, given, I'm guessing, that Mike would be the better at using said firearm, which door would you like, Daniel? Left or right? I could take one, you the other, and we open them, Mike shoots them. If we can find a gun, of course."