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[the_god_illyria]

As I walked out that hallway, I succumbed to the shell’s form. I had to be careful not to be seen in my glorious form, as this would bring a most unwelcome attention to me. And that was something I could not afford at the moment. I could hear Buffy saying something to her friends in the distance. But I did not cared to listen in; I just wanted

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[the_god_illyria]

The demon secreted a foul smell. It was repugnant. It coated his whole body emanated from his very pores. This creature was beyond filthy. I frowned and cocked my head.

"What soap do you use? I've got to make a personal note to put those guys out of business."

This seemed to infuriate the demon even more as it threw the nearest object towards us, or towards Buffy to be more precise. She managed to dodge the oncoming trash can as it hit the ground spilling its odiferous contents all around the ground. The filthy demon began to charge at us. I frowned at him and as he got from within inches of me I grabbed it by the arms and sent him towards a near by wall. I was truly disgusted by the demons smelled. It was truly appalling.

“You fitly beast! How dare you charge at us! I shall make you pay by peeling that rotted flesh from that decomposed body and ripping your neck from your putrid shoulders!” I shouted.

The beast got up and began to charge again. As he got close we began to exchange punches, then it kicked me on the face. I took a step back and lost my balance as I stepped on a decayed object that I assumed at one point was some type of edible item, and just like that I was falling backwards on the hard ground. Buffy stepped in and began to fight the demon, showering him with a series of kicks and calculated punches. The demon fought back by grabbing Buffy and slamming her hard against the cement.

I finally got up, angered beyond recognition at the demon for having touched me with its filthy hands. I advanced towards it and punched him hard on the face. Buffy got up from the ground, obviously angered by being slammed hard on it by this inferior being. We gave a quick glance at each other and circled the demon like lionesses on the hunt, ready to tear its prey to pieces. We began to throw a series of punches and high powered kicks towards it, and it began to stagger and until finally we threw one last congruent fatal punch shattering it’s scull to pieces.

We finally looked at each other and Buffy simply began to laugh. I did not understand her reaction, or why she found this situation humorous. But I only shook my head and sighed.