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.”
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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