A little snippet of a scene from Clash 3 as I pound out the last few chapters…

She looked right at him, her eyes swirling with red and black.  “Don’t be so sure about that, incubussss …”  She tipped her head down a little but kept up her intense gaze.

“Mayday!  Mayday!  Mayday!” yelled Tim.  “Demon mesmerizing, twelve o’clock!”  He flew over, detaching his fanny pack as he went.  Before I could move a muscle, he got to Spike’s face, drew back with the fanny pack and let it fly out, nailing Spike right in the eye.

“Ow!  Shit!” Spike yelled, grabbing his face and spinning around slightly bent over.  “Holy … dammit!  Jayne!  What the hell?!”  He tried to pull his hand away, but apparently the fanny pack injury was too painful.  He hissed and left his cupped palm over it as he stood back up, glaring at Tim with his one good eye.

“Yeah!  Take that, demon wench!” yelled Tim, flipping her the bird as he flew backwards towards me, his fanny pack back on and cinched-up tight.