I'm sketching out a fight scene for the next offering of the Books of Binding, and without preamble I smacked with a remember that I actually do use this, just really, really sparingly. Being an insufferable showoff, I give you the evidence. 
From All the Devils: The Fourth Book of Binding...
~~~
Sakiko looked up, words on her lips, and her eyes popped moon wide.
The right rear of Killian’s head exploded, the nerves too overwhelmed for an instant to register pain. His center of gravity violently shifted as the force of the blow drove him to the packed earth floor. Oh, goodie, there was the pain, shoving his other senses down and away, except for a pitched ringing in his right ear and a small sound, large with menace.
Snick click.
Shit.
Killian struggled to get up, but it was as if gravity had turned against him. He went up on one elbow and tried to do it, anyway, earning a kick like a hammer blow to his shoulder and dropping him back to the dirt. He heard a familiar man’s voice behind him, stern and edged in anger. “You three. Home. Now.” Every word could cut.
Killian regained his sight just in time to see the three teenagers make their escape with their ill-gotten gains. So much for his crew, not to mention his cut.
Snick click.
He hated the sound of that fucking Zippo. There were the remains of a logo on one side, rubbed away to memory by habitual fiddling. He’d never seen the design whole.
From All the Devils: The Fourth Book of Binding...
~~~
Sakiko looked up, words on her lips, and her eyes popped moon wide.
The right rear of Killian’s head exploded, the nerves too overwhelmed for an instant to register pain. His center of gravity violently shifted as the force of the blow drove him to the packed earth floor. Oh, goodie, there was the pain, shoving his other senses down and away, except for a pitched ringing in his right ear and a small sound, large with menace.
Snick click.
Shit.
Killian struggled to get up, but it was as if gravity had turned against him. He went up on one elbow and tried to do it, anyway, earning a kick like a hammer blow to his shoulder and dropping him back to the dirt. He heard a familiar man’s voice behind him, stern and edged in anger. “You three. Home. Now.” Every word could cut.
Killian regained his sight just in time to see the three teenagers make their escape with their ill-gotten gains. So much for his crew, not to mention his cut.
Snick click.
He hated the sound of that fucking Zippo. There were the remains of a logo on one side, rubbed away to memory by habitual fiddling. He’d never seen the design whole.
