“We will be rid of you evil pawns of the Devil that have risen from the lowliest bowels of Perdition,” shouted Ash, peering into the vehicle from his position on the bonnet. “And we will cleanse our homeland of your vile, insidious infection,” (He was after getting a belting song as well).
In his hands he was holding a scythe that would have made The Grim Reaper sigh and say, “Aw, that's the one I wanted.”
Ash swung it back in a great arc as far as he could physically extend, and prepared to take a swing that would easily take the car roof, and the heads of those underneath it, clean off.
But then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, lifted straight up into the air and out of sight. And then, in the blink of another eye (or the same one, it doesn't really matter) he came back. Although
