[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel eyes the Artificer askance, wondering if Courage Capsules aren't defective; he's never taken one, himself. He won't last five minutes against that hoard... He knows Michael is a psychic, but that will only make him a beacon for the Emim; he'd never be able to match even one of them, unless he has reserves he hasn't revealed yet.

And yet, Shealtiel is at a loss as to how to convince the guards to open the gates -- is there even anyone manning the walls? He can't see or sense anyone up there, and his MID is completely lit up with the psychic energy the Emim are putting out.

He considers screaming that he is a Servant of Sheol, to open the gates and give him room to face the horde, but... knowing these people, they'd likely think he was the cause of this and shoot him on principle.

Grunting, he steps up next Michael. "If that's how it's going to be, then..." he mutters. He prepares himself for battle, entering a sort of meditative state that will let his body withstand for of the shock and strain Sheol inflicts on it. He'll have to be quick if they're to survive, banishing any spirits that Michael parts from their hosts, and exorcising as many Dybbuk as he can.

His senses don't indicate the Rephaim's presence nearby; it may be coming at Corinth from another direction. Detecting the Emim is harder, as they're more psychic than spiritual in nature. He isn't sure if any are close by.