The sound, though it had almost made my ears bleed, wasn't half as bad as the smell on that thing. If I had any hopes of Gunn actually growing a brain and noticing that Buffy was now smelling a little different this week it was long gone with the arrival of this hulk of burnin' slime bucket.
It was disgusting and this coming from someone who'd been round some pretty smelly demons, well, you knew it was bad.
I tossed him my stake as I feinted to the left of the demon, kicking outwards and catching it in the midsection. The thing roared and for a moment, I was pleased, the diversionary tactic had totally gone in my favor-- Except when it swung it seemed to grow a big-ass tail from nowhere, lashing out and knocking Gunn backwards.
He didn't stumble or fall, seemed fine even as he hit the sewer wall, but now I was just pissed. "And for that? This is gonna hurt." I told it, launching myself towards it. A good round of neck-snapping would *so* do me, except... Those arms that were good for pulverising? Were also good for wrapping around the body of tiny slayers and ow, fuck, that was a couple of ribs popping right there.
I wasn't sure what Gunn had done then, whether he'd kicked the demon or plunged my stake into its back but it roared again and then screeched, dropping me as my hands came up to my ears. The demon started to move away then, running at a speed that was surprising because of its size. "That would be our call," I told Gunn, picking myself up from the knee-deep-in-sewage predicament. "Axe?"
I grinned as I realised he'd found it and broke off into a sprint as he did, running towards our therapy-session for the night. Cordelia's not-so-vision-demon be damned - this one deserved a good pummelling for that noise alone.
As fight’s go, this was a pretty, what’s the word Wes uses? Exhilarating. Yeah, that’s it, exhilarating. Sounds like a good word for this here fight. Buffy and I needed to get rid of some adrenaline, we were sure getting that. Just one demon, but a nasty one. Smelled nasty too, nasty slime, nasty punch and he just tossed Buffy into the wall. What the fuck!?
Was like there was a red haze coverin’ my eyes when I saw that. Lettin’ out a roar of my own, I ran toward the demon and plunged the stake in his whatever. Hoped that hurt like hell you son of a bitch. “You okay?” I yelled at Buffy, grippin’ my axe harder. She was off on her feet already though, looking like she was gonna do something nasty to that demon herself. Way to go, that’s my girl!
“Let’s kick some demon arse,” I growled, heftin’ my axe. Buffy and I shared a look and then we both charged. What followed was bloody, messy and over way quick. Apparently I’d stuck that stake into something hurtful. Good aim, good luck on me. Before we knew it the demon wailed and slumped forward with a loud thud, splashing sewer water all ‘round. Was just able to jump outa the way before I got hit with it.
“Alright,” I grinned, pumpin’ my fist in the air. “Score for the demon hunters.” Grinning even wider, I looked over at Buffy and nodded up to the sewer entrance, which now was our exit. “We better call Cordy and Wes, tell them what happened. Kinda curious what that thing was. Hot Damn!”
Considering we'd been dabbling on the side of getting our asses kicked when this fight had first started and the demon had made that noise? We were fairing pretty well after he went ahead and popped my ribs.
Gunn let out this roar and charged at the demon, stake hefted and plunging into its back quicker than I could blink. The demon stumbled, knowing it was pretty much licked in this fight in this point on and I grinned at Gunn when he asked of I was okay.
Okay? I was just getting started.
We ran round the corner of the sewers, hot on the tail of our demon and a flurry of kicks, punches and stabbing motions from one Charles Gunn later? The demon was slumping forward, splashing a whole hell of a lot of sewer crap around with it.
“Alright, score for the demon hunters.”
"Best team ever," I grinned, following his gaze up the sewer hatch. It seemed like Wes was rubbing off on him, considering he wanted to know more about the demons were these days.
We headed up the ladder after I'd checked to make sure the demon was really dead and not the kind that'd get up and bite you in the ass later, breathing in great gulps of air to get rid of the smell. "I'm gonna have to shower for a week," I murmured, right as my cellphone started to beep.
Voicemail? I listened in silence, my gaze going to Gunn's. "Cordelia," I frowned, "Another vision. Wes is on his way to Wong Foo something's in Chinatown-- The reception isn't too good."
After checkin’ to make sure the demon was really dead - we was only gonna fall for that one…okay, twice - Buffy and me made our way up to the real world. Once we were up, both of us were gulping in lungs full of fresh air. Considerin’ this was LA? Not so fresh, still better then what it was like below. Man, that place stank!
“Couldn’t agree more,” I nodded, wiping my axe on the grass. “Maybe take a bath first and then shower for a week.” Hell, two weeks. Hate those damn sewers, but they were good for the adrenaline rush. Wonder if that was the demon Cordy saw in her vision. Didn’t fit the description one bit though. Nor did the last one, funny that. Was startin’ to wonder ‘bout them things.
There was a beep and Buffy and I both glanced at our cellphone’s. Mine was blinkin’ as well, showin’ someone had left a mess. Waited for Buffy to listen to hers and then flipped mine on. Wes was on there, something about Wang whatever herbalshop and he was going ahead, we should call Cordy. The hell? “Don’t tell me he ‘dashed off’ on his own again. I’m goin’ to kick his arse.” Flippin’ the phone closed, I strode over to my truck, Buffy right behind me. “Let’s head for China Town, you see if you can reach Cordy.”
It was disgusting and this coming from someone who'd been round some pretty smelly demons, well, you knew it was bad.
I tossed him my stake as I feinted to the left of the demon, kicking outwards and catching it in the midsection. The thing roared and for a moment, I was pleased, the diversionary tactic had totally gone in my favor-- Except when it swung it seemed to grow a big-ass tail from nowhere, lashing out and knocking Gunn backwards.
He didn't stumble or fall, seemed fine even as he hit the sewer wall, but now I was just pissed. "And for that? This is gonna hurt." I told it, launching myself towards it. A good round of neck-snapping would *so* do me, except... Those arms that were good for pulverising? Were also good for wrapping around the body of tiny slayers and ow, fuck, that was a couple of ribs popping right there.
I wasn't sure what Gunn had done then, whether he'd kicked the demon or plunged my stake into its back but it roared again and then screeched, dropping me as my hands came up to my ears. The demon started to move away then, running at a speed that was surprising because of its size. "That would be our call," I told Gunn, picking myself up from the knee-deep-in-sewage predicament. "Axe?"
I grinned as I realised he'd found it and broke off into a sprint as he did, running towards our therapy-session for the night. Cordelia's not-so-vision-demon be damned - this one deserved a good pummelling for that noise alone.
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Was like there was a red haze coverin’ my eyes when I saw that. Lettin’ out a roar of my own, I ran toward the demon and plunged the stake in his whatever. Hoped that hurt like hell you son of a bitch. “You okay?” I yelled at Buffy, grippin’ my axe harder. She was off on her feet already though, looking like she was gonna do something nasty to that demon herself. Way to go, that’s my girl!
“Let’s kick some demon arse,” I growled, heftin’ my axe. Buffy and I shared a look and then we both charged. What followed was bloody, messy and over way quick. Apparently I’d stuck that stake into something hurtful. Good aim, good luck on me. Before we knew it the demon wailed and slumped forward with a loud thud, splashing sewer water all ‘round. Was just able to jump outa the way before I got hit with it.
“Alright,” I grinned, pumpin’ my fist in the air. “Score for the demon hunters.” Grinning even wider, I looked over at Buffy and nodded up to the sewer entrance, which now was our exit. “We better call Cordy and Wes, tell them what happened. Kinda curious what that thing was. Hot Damn!”
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Gunn let out this roar and charged at the demon, stake hefted and plunging into its back quicker than I could blink. The demon stumbled, knowing it was pretty much licked in this fight in this point on and I grinned at Gunn when he asked of I was okay.
Okay? I was just getting started.
We ran round the corner of the sewers, hot on the tail of our demon and a flurry of kicks, punches and stabbing motions from one Charles Gunn later? The demon was slumping forward, splashing a whole hell of a lot of sewer crap around with it.
“Alright, score for the demon hunters.”
"Best team ever," I grinned, following his gaze up the sewer hatch. It seemed like Wes was rubbing off on him, considering he wanted to know more about the demons were these days.
We headed up the ladder after I'd checked to make sure the demon was really dead and not the kind that'd get up and bite you in the ass later, breathing in great gulps of air to get rid of the smell. "I'm gonna have to shower for a week," I murmured, right as my cellphone started to beep.
Voicemail? I listened in silence, my gaze going to Gunn's. "Cordelia," I frowned, "Another vision. Wes is on his way to Wong Foo something's in Chinatown-- The reception isn't too good."
Guess that was us, no celebrating just yet.
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“Couldn’t agree more,” I nodded, wiping my axe on the grass. “Maybe take a bath first and then shower for a week.” Hell, two weeks. Hate those damn sewers, but they were good for the adrenaline rush. Wonder if that was the demon Cordy saw in her vision. Didn’t fit the description one bit though. Nor did the last one, funny that. Was startin’ to wonder ‘bout them things.
There was a beep and Buffy and I both glanced at our cellphone’s. Mine was blinkin’ as well, showin’ someone had left a mess. Waited for Buffy to listen to hers and then flipped mine on. Wes was on there, something about Wang whatever herbalshop and he was going ahead, we should call Cordy. The hell? “Don’t tell me he ‘dashed off’ on his own again. I’m goin’ to kick his arse.” Flippin’ the phone closed, I strode over to my truck, Buffy right behind me. “Let’s head for China Town, you see if you can reach Cordy.”
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