Page 176 of Demons Dig Donuts

Mr. Mitternacht.

That bitch.

He tried to snatch Indy again, but Mr. Heiss got a hold of his arm and twisted it back at a painful-looking angle. The two of them struggled and traded heavy blows, and Mr. Heiss kept pulling him over toward the trees. He was clearly leading him away from Indy.

Indy didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t want to run.

But what good would one little human be against a very pissed-off demon and an also very pissed-off dragon?

Fuck it.

Not like that had ever stopped him before.

Indy snapped his left thumbnail to summon the iron staff and then the one on his left middle finger to bring out the holy relic. It appeared as a small chip of white, soft like putty, and he spread it up and down the shaft of the staff. He gave the staff a spin, took a deep breath, and then charged right at Mr. Mitternacht. He swung the staff as hard as he could right into the back of Mr. Mitternacht’s head.

The resulting thunk was very satisfying.

Mr. Mitternacht screamed, grabbing his head as blood gushed over his claws.

“Indy!” Mr. Heiss barked. “I said go—”

Indy swung again with a snarl, bashing in Mr. Mitternacht’s head. “Can’t hear you! La la la la la!” He reared back for another hit, but something swept his legs right out from under him and sent him sprawling on his back.

Right.

Demons had tails.

Mr. Mitternacht whirled on Indy, and he was absolutely seething. “You are dead.”

Indy had managed not to lose his grip on his staff, and he grinned. “You know, you assholes keep telling me that.” He swung the staff, striking at Mr. Mitternacht’s legs.

Mr. Mitternacht dodged and then dove for Indy, but Mr. Heiss grabbed him by the throat from behind. Mr. Heiss squeezed and squeezed with such force it appeared that he was trying to pull Mr. Mitternacht’s head right off.

“Yeah! Fuck him up, baby!” Indy cheered.

Nyp came slithering out of nowhere—quite literally, as he simply appeared out of nothing—and stabbed Mr. Heiss in the back with a large knife.

Mr. Heiss howled as the metal sizzled, releasing Mr. Mitternacht so he could turn on Nyp. “Traitorous little shit—”

The knife was still sticking out of his back.

“Fuck you!” Nyp shouted. “You were never my friend!”

“No shit!” Mr. Heiss scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I fucking hate you—”

“I hate you too!”

“Oh my God.”

Indy stumbled to his feet just in time to see Mr. Mitternatcht going for the knife. “Look out!”

Mr. Heiss flew into the air, taking off like a shot as he dragged Nyp along for the ride.

Which left Indy alone with Mr. Mitternacht.

“You are very annoying,” Mr. Mitternacht said. “I am really going to enjoy killing you.”