"Olivia is probably still a couple of hours behind us. Some of the others kept up most of the way, but by now they're running. I decided I didn't intend to die tired, I didn't expect to get talked to death." Kelly sneers at the coach. "Can you do anything right?"
Coach scowls. "You see," she says over her shoulder, "what I have had to put up? Frankly, it is a testament to the spinelessness of their species that the adults don't just strangle all of the children in their cribs."
She takes a step closer to Kelly and Latima. "I am going to cut your tongues out and make you eat them. And the only reason you will survive that is because I will ensure that you do, because choking on your own blood is not nearly humiliation enough for what your species has put me through."
"Oh yeah she was totally useless as a coach and by the look of it as a fighter." Kelly moves quickly and lightly to the side so she and Latima can catch the coach between them if she comes close enough. When Latima moves forward to hit the coach Kelly dodges in and tries to trip her with the spear.
Latima springs suddenly forward and lashes out with the machete. Unfortunately, Coach's pebbly green skin is pretty tough, and the machete rasps along it rather than spilling her guts, but it's still enough to send her backwards, knocking her down when she trips over Kelly's spear. She looks stunned but says nothing.
Behind her, the other demons draw their weapons. They don't seem to be in any rush to help Coach; their leader even laughs as Latima and Kelly begin to take her apart.