Brandon struggled free of the demon's grasp, and rolled away from the firey attack. He was hurting, but he never showed it, as he eyed his dagger in the arm of the demon. He left it buried, the tip resting against the bone of the arm. Like one would split wood with a sledgehammer and wedge, he brought his maul up over his head, and hammered down on the hilt of the dagger with all his might, putting his faith in the forged steel of the blade.
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.