He knew what he had planned before, he knew it, but he was paralysed with fear. Michael held his breath for what seemed an eternity. He didn't move a muscle. He was ready to blast the thing, but he daren't make a sound. And Michael had NOT heard the bear analogy before, coming from Australia. But he did know a thing or two about Demon fiction; if his knowledge held any weight, a demon would feel extremely cocky on Earth, at least in an initial invasion.
This thing has met no REAL resistance yet in its confident mind, so in theory it won't be looking absolutely everywhere for danger... It SHOULD be focused on pursuing the pathetic excuse of an enemy crawling away, then play with it noisily. Michael was hoping he could use this theoretical arrogance of the Demon against it as a weakness.
Changing his plan again, Michael would wait for the Demon to pounce on the guard, sneak over and grab the handgun, sneak over to the corner and take a shot at it before running to the studio. His plan was insane, but then again, what wasn't insane about this whole situation?