Joe was nailed right in the ribs. He coughed, backing up and sputtering, spitting on the ground. He gave Salem a dirty look before rushing at him again. This time, he saw the kick coming and swerved awkwardly to the side, flailing his arms to retain balance. However, when he managed the tackle, Salem went down. Joe wasn't sure whether to hold him there or let him go, in fear that he'd go at him again. Joe sighed and whispered, "My round, bitch," and then immediately released him. He backed up again so he was far away from Salem.<br/><br/>Aamu sighed contently and flicked her tail at Solomon. "You're plenty of help, Solomon. You're doing the writing," she said with a quiet laugh, since she'd noticed she'd distracted Salem last time. Her mask went from a reddish orange to a vibrant purple, but it was unclear as to what that color represented. Spirals of blue traveled around her face. "I have a feeling you're going to have an easier time, though. Me, I'm all about sneaking and taking the enemy by surprise. It doesn't seem like that is the exact approach this lumbering idiot is taking," she grumbled, her purple mask flushing red slightly.<br/><br/>Joe's eyebrow rose and he lowered his fists. "Hey," he said with a deep frown. He craned his neck towards the two demons and narrowed his eyes. "Are you calling me fat, Aamu?" he asked, his guard now completely down. It would be awful if Salem happened to sneak up on him them. Aamu didn't say anything, she was just hoping quietly he'd actually realize that the fight was still going on.