While everyone was having fun using swords, Joe was having a grand old time experimenting with hand to hand combat. The hollow that he had been beating to a pulp disintegrated under him, and he wasted no time going to another one, practically jumping on it before it could jump on him. He grabbed it by one of its spindly black arms and flung it with surprising strength into another one of its buddies. Both the hollows fell into Aamu's shadowy form, who, in response, flung the hollow back at Joe.<br/><br/>Joe ducked worriedly, the two hollows falling with a satisfying crack onto the ground next to him. He touched his neck experimentally, where his mark was. He could see the faint outline of Aamu's mark pulsating on her neck as well as she suffocated a demon in her giant mass. He dodged around a few hollows, some of which were on fire, and looked towards Salem and Eve, who seemed to be doing just fine.<br/><br/>"This whole fighting thing's a whole lot easier when you can fight them," he said to Aamu, who had slithered over along with him. She sort of hovered, and while Joe wasn't entirely sure the other demons were doing the same thing-- well, Solomon was a sword-- he didn't entirely mind it. It made him feel sort of secure in case something totally unexpected happened. She kind of eyed him exasperatedly, that is, if a mask could look exasperated. She sort of shook her huge head and then remarked, "Has anyone ever told you how profound you are?" Joe made a face, and then both of them rejoined the fray.