Two demons leapt into the air in front of me. I cursed and slid under them, then spun on my toes just as they landed behind me. My sais were not the ideal weapon for jumping scorpion demons. I needed longer blades to fight them. Or do I? When Archie and I fought those flying gnat demons I’d treated them like baseballs. This wasn’t much different. The two demons pounced on me. I blasted them in the face with my magic then jumped up and swung the sharp blades of my sais into their skulls. Black demon blood splashed into my face. Breakfast would be forever ruined after today. I shoved my sais back into my thigh holsters, then yanked my phone out of my pocket, reaching for the sticker on the back that would give me my weapon of choice: a Louisville slugger.

Goddess, I miss a bat in my hands. I grinned and tightened my grip, then looked for my first target. Asmodeus was throwing demons at us nonstop. One lunged for me but I was comfortable with a bat in my hands. I knew just how to time when to swing. I got into position and waited, my gaze zeroing in on the demon’s head. Then I swung. The demon’s head exploded but the stinger was still lethal. I leapt forward and whacked the stinger into the ground. When I turned to spit the demon blood out of my mouth, I spotted Willow struggling to hold a demon carcass and swing her daggers.

I raced over. Just as Willow dropped to hide behind the carcass, I jumped over her, swinging my bat into the demon’s head. But Willow was no damsel in distress. She was no wallflower. She was a trained warrior, and the way she sliced that stinger to pieces faster than I’d been doing was a work of art.

“How is Savannah using one as a shield? It’s so heavy.” She breathed hard.

I moved closer so she could read my lips. “Savannah is using a wand, not a dagger.”

Willow’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Follow me.” I adjusted my grip on my bat. “I swing, you kill.”

The grin she gave me was maniacal, and one you’d only find on a person who’d been in the trenches of war their whole life. For a few minutes, Willow and I moved through the field easily. I’d hit the demons first, then she’d finish the job. Willow was quite skilled with her blades. But we’d been out here too long without a break. My muscles burned and throbbed, begging me to stop for just a minute. I didn’t like how low the sun was sitting in the sky. That suggested we’d been out here for too long. None of us were going to be able to keep this up much longer.