11-10-2008, 05:55 AM
With animal-like agility, Brandon jumped from rock to rock, as the ground beneath his feet fissured and crumbled. Maul in hand, he swung it around, not aiming for the front of the demon's head, but the back, trying to deliver a death-blow, as he leapt up, landing alongside the boar-demon.
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.