In truth, Jonas wasn't the sort of man who relished in killing. Demons, yes, because he was of the opinion that if you didn't strike first, you were good as dead once they caught up to you. There was no honor in straight up killing, and if Jonas was going to get into a fight, he wanted it to be a fair one. Hell, against a demon, any advantage was worth taking. So when he felt the presence of another angel coming towards him, his head snapped up to see who it was. She looked young - at least, in outward appearance, and with their kind you could never take that at face value. After all, he'd stopped aging long before Nathaniel had been born. Either way, she was coming along and, from the sight of the pipe in her hand, looking to help.
A ghost of a smile lifted up one corner of his mouth. There were too few angels around not to acknowledge each other, though he did wish it was under any other circumstances besides this. Perhaps when this was all over. "My thoughts exactly," he said, getting a better grip on his weapon. "Keep your guard up, there's plenty of them out in the water today, more than you can see." Feeding on the bodies that had yet to be recovered. Later, when what he'd seen finally caught up to him, he'd be horrified, appalled. There was no time for that now. Every second he hesitated meant that the demons would hurt someone else and like hell Jonas was going to let that happen.
By now Jonas' pants were half-soaked from walking in and out of the water fighting all morning, but he didn't notice that as he beckoned the demon closer to him. Anything to get its focus off the corpse it was eating - at least, Jonas hoped it was a corpse. The thought of someone being alive and going through that made him sick.