"Fucking COCKSHIT - " Wish the fucking bag had a quik-klip or something - fuck -
He slung it off his shoulder, trying to do that at the same time as he wound up again, didn't fucking work - had to throw it to her, keep dancing around the fucking demon, keep its eyes on him, don't let it follow the arc of the bag as it swung through the air -
"Come on, ya fuckin' cocksucker," he snarled at it, "ain't ya gonna put up a fuckin' fight? Big fuckin' tough guy, you are - "
It was still on him, thank God, and he swung again.
It fucking jumped -
He ran like a fucking bat out of hell, right under it - holy shit, that was awesome! "DID YOU FUCKING SEE ME - " he crowed as he spun on his heel, skidded to a stop and whanged the fucker again.