11-06-2008, 03:08 PM
Brandon grinned darkly, as he stepped forward, spinning the maul around in his glove-covered hands.
"Looks like someone needs their bell rung." He smiled, as he began the centuries old dance of death, circling the demons, "you the demons that destroyed my forge? Doesn't matter if you aren't. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."
With that, he lept for the nearest demon, the heavy forged steel head of his smithing hammer swinging like a baseball bat, aimed squarely for the creature's head.
"Looks like someone needs their bell rung." He smiled, as he began the centuries old dance of death, circling the demons, "you the demons that destroyed my forge? Doesn't matter if you aren't. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth."
With that, he lept for the nearest demon, the heavy forged steel head of his smithing hammer swinging like a baseball bat, aimed squarely for the creature's head.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.