Joe smiled nervously. He was going to let Salem and Solomon deal with Mary. As per usual, he was going to try to get out of the situation with as minimal work as humanly-- or inhumanly now, really-- as possible. He felt Aamu's squishy hands on his face, and he was pushed into another column of hollows. She pointed her face towards him and said, "You finish those off, we can't have them near... Mary?" she wondered if that was the girl's name. Aamu didn't really know, or really care. All she knew was that Mary was a beacon and that was bad news.<br/><br/>Aamu leaped towards Solomon and Salem, well, more like through Salem, and then towards Mary. She craned her neck so she was right in Mary's face, and then swished around her. She looked at Salem and then back at Mary, and somehow got even closer you. "You two look nothing alike," she concluded with a swish of her tail. Her mask became a deep shade of indigo, small vortexes of lighter blue fading into existence. "Solomon," she called, "Is there anybody near us right now that can help fix our predicament here?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Joe had finished up with most of the hollows on his side. Since he was fighting unarmed without Aamu, he had received a few scratch marks. A very apparent scratch was on his cheek, but he had stopped bleeding faster than he'd expected. However, he noticed that he had torn his favorite, albeit sexist, shirt. He looked down at the lime green monstrosity unhappily, wondering whether Salem would buy him a new one because he got all of them into this mess in the first place. He patted his shirt down and made sure he wasn't completely dead before going to rejoin everyone else.