Stand here, they said, wait for the rift, they said. Even knowing where it's supposed to be doesn't make it any less startl'n when the sky cracks open and spits out all kindsa unpleasantness. Jayne takes heel behind Mal (coward) and Mal just..settles and braces himself for the demons.

There are always demons.

And for half a second he's pretty damn sure there's a new kinda demon that flits about like a hummingbird with dark eyes and magic- save he's kill'n the other ones and he's got that glint o green in his hand. Demons can't have shards-


Can they?

"Jayne- jouer leurre." Malcolm snaps- the hound snuffling a soft whine behind him before peeling off to start barking up a storm and weave around the fire demons. Too big to bite easily- but he can draw their attention while he sorts hisself out. "Promise not t'stab me with it?"