Jo felt her back hit something and she fell to the ground. However, she rolled to her feet, grabbing the knife that Meg had thrown at her. The demon was acting like she was giving up, but Jo didn't buy it for a moment. This bitch had tormented her friends; had murdered her and her mother and who knew how many other people. She'd seen too many people taken down because they bought into their enemies' pretenses of giving up and admitting defeat.
Jo Harvelle was not one of those people that fell for tricks like that. She wasn't about to let her guard down and find something being buried in her back.
She didn't stop to plan out what she was going to do and just ran at Meg again, her hand still around the hilt of the knife as her fist connected with her face. She wasn't even sure what she was aiming for, just that she had to punch her; do some damage to her.
Let Meg taste some of what Jo had been feeling as her life was slipping away in the store.