The branch was covered in slime by now, with the exception of a few of the outer, less useful twigs sticking out.  Slime was getting in his eyes and Mack blinked back his inner eyelids to clear his vision. The lovely sight of the larger demon unsheathing his weapon greeted him. Great, he took out the sword. Why did he have to take out the sword?<br/><br/>In previous fights with the fire demon, Mack had usually relied on using close knit trees or buildings to hinder the demon's swing. Usually at this point was when he ran, but with one knee locked with hardened slime, Mack couldn't really dodge and let the trees get in the way. He awkwardly shifted his weight, and swung his branch in attempt to deflect the blow.<br/><br/>It was pitifully ineffective, some of the thinner leaves scraping off. Mack hissed in pain as the sword cut his side. The wound didn't feel shallow. He gave the branch another swing with all the momentum he could muster, directing the slime covered leaves and twigs towards the side of taller demon's face, just as the butt end of the sword hit him squarely in the shoulder.<br/><br/>He lost his grip on the branch and dropped down into the puddle of his own slime and blood, the branch itself still flying towards its target. One hand holding his bleeding side, Mack looked around for something he could use.