where_it_hurts
So Nikki and Angel actually do listen and make a run for it, but personally, being captured by Wolfram and Hart? Not one of my biggest fears. So I take the opportunity to look like a hero and jump into the fight. Now I know these guys are on my team, but I wouldn't say any of them exactly like me, so there's no harm in putting on a good show and busting a few jaws, right. Alright, so I'm totally having fun busting heads. I'm in the middle of a fight with a very annoyed guard who knows exactly who I am when I glance over my shoulder and see Angel slip out the back window after Nikki, and a nearly unconscious Buffy getting picked up by the guards. I stop fighting and cock my head at the beaten and bleeding slayer. She's maybe five years older than me and is looking a little ragged around the edges, which is support to my theory that the good fight gives you wrinkles.
And as I look her over, I see the light bounce off of something shiny in a sling on her back. She's clearly out of it, so there's no chance of being exposed at this point, I hold up a hand to the guards to get them to pause, and go over there, pulling a large weapon out of the sling. The first thing that I notice is that it's gorgeous. It's a long axe with a red and silver blade, and the end of the weapon is wooden, and sharpened to a point. Before anything I just spend a long moment staring at it. I haven't been this transfixed since my last visit to Tiffany's. I cradle it in both my hands and I'm immediatley overcome with two very potent feelings. The first, is power. Power like Buffy must have felt every day of her life because she was the one and only, and now I'm holding that power, in my hands. I never want to let it go. The second, is that this is mine. It's always been mine, and now it's just reached the hands of it's real owner.
I smile and wave the guards off, holding my new weapon in one hand and heading for my on-site penthouse apartment to do damage control on my hair and skin. Besides my obvious physical emergencies, everything is going very very well if I do say so myself. I know I don't have to look for Hart, what a useless activity that would be in a building this size. She'll find me.
And as I look her over, I see the light bounce off of something shiny in a sling on her back. She's clearly out of it, so there's no chance of being exposed at this point, I hold up a hand to the guards to get them to pause, and go over there, pulling a large weapon out of the sling. The first thing that I notice is that it's gorgeous. It's a long axe with a red and silver blade, and the end of the weapon is wooden, and sharpened to a point. Before anything I just spend a long moment staring at it. I haven't been this transfixed since my last visit to Tiffany's. I cradle it in both my hands and I'm immediatley overcome with two very potent feelings. The first, is power. Power like Buffy must have felt every day of her life because she was the one and only, and now I'm holding that power, in my hands. I never want to let it go. The second, is that this is mine. It's always been mine, and now it's just reached the hands of it's real owner.
I smile and wave the guards off, holding my new weapon in one hand and heading for my on-site penthouse apartment to do damage control on my hair and skin. Besides my obvious physical emergencies, everything is going very very well if I do say so myself. I know I don't have to look for Hart, what a useless activity that would be in a building this size. She'll find me.