11-07-2008, 09:57 AM
Brandon growled in anger and pain, as the demon tried to crush him. He stabbed repeatedly into his arm, hoping to sever a nerve, an artery, something vital. The razor-sharp dagger cut through his arm easily, perferating the muscle at his elbow. He swung his maul around again, and hit him square in the face again, determined to be free.
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.