EM June Topic - "Stand" by Rascal Flatts
"Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand
Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of canyon with only one way down
Take what you’re given before it’s gone
And start holdin’ on, keep holdin’ on."
Never piss off a Slayer. Sure, we're not unkillable. I'm living proof of that. (Pun intended) But the worst possible thing you can do to us is get us down, and ready to give it all up, to hand you the keys to your evil castle, and then just happen to say the wrong thing that makes us want to live. Makes us want to fight, and kick your ass, and burn your castle, all your castles to the ground.
The big battle against The First didn't go as well as planned. Probably because there was no way we could have planned for something like it and really have been able to pull it off without taking any kind of major hits the way we did. It happens. It wasn't a battle, it was a war. And even in battle, you fall. But that's it. Wars are won or lost.
So there I was, kicking ass and not bothering with names when suddenly this sword is sticking through my stomach. I was too busy, trying to help the girls, give them direction. See, killing the Turok-Han was kind of like when Indians used to herd buffalo up to a cliff and over it for a quick, most efficient way of killing them. What I was trying to do was get the girls to do was form a line and get them back over the edge before they could actually leave the mouth of Hell. What I wasn't trying to do was get stabbed through the back by one of the uber vamps all the way through my stomach.
I was on my face so fast, the ground rose up to meet me instead of vice versa. And I knew what was happening. It had killed me. I was dying for the third time. Faith came over to help me, but I just handed her the scythe and told her to hold the line. With her, we still had a fighting chance. But me? I just laid there. Let myself be injured. And I let them fight. Because I was going to die anyway, right? I could barely hold myself up on my elbows, let alone fight.
Then The First has the nerve to come to me, wearing my skin, my face, and taunt me. Pretty much telling me close, but no cigar. That I came pretty close to smacking it down, but what more did I want? I was surprised, that the rage that filled me made me able to sit up. And the urge to fight, to do what I had gone there to do and to not just lay there and die, brought me to my feet. I'd just been broken, but there I was, standing. And I was stronger. Strong enough to still win.
So if you ever manage to get one of us down for the count, don't give us a reason to get back up.
Buffy Summers
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
487 Words (Sans Lyrics)
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand
Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of canyon with only one way down
Take what you’re given before it’s gone
And start holdin’ on, keep holdin’ on."
Never piss off a Slayer. Sure, we're not unkillable. I'm living proof of that. (Pun intended) But the worst possible thing you can do to us is get us down, and ready to give it all up, to hand you the keys to your evil castle, and then just happen to say the wrong thing that makes us want to live. Makes us want to fight, and kick your ass, and burn your castle, all your castles to the ground.
The big battle against The First didn't go as well as planned. Probably because there was no way we could have planned for something like it and really have been able to pull it off without taking any kind of major hits the way we did. It happens. It wasn't a battle, it was a war. And even in battle, you fall. But that's it. Wars are won or lost.
So there I was, kicking ass and not bothering with names when suddenly this sword is sticking through my stomach. I was too busy, trying to help the girls, give them direction. See, killing the Turok-Han was kind of like when Indians used to herd buffalo up to a cliff and over it for a quick, most efficient way of killing them. What I was trying to do was get the girls to do was form a line and get them back over the edge before they could actually leave the mouth of Hell. What I wasn't trying to do was get stabbed through the back by one of the uber vamps all the way through my stomach.
I was on my face so fast, the ground rose up to meet me instead of vice versa. And I knew what was happening. It had killed me. I was dying for the third time. Faith came over to help me, but I just handed her the scythe and told her to hold the line. With her, we still had a fighting chance. But me? I just laid there. Let myself be injured. And I let them fight. Because I was going to die anyway, right? I could barely hold myself up on my elbows, let alone fight.
Then The First has the nerve to come to me, wearing my skin, my face, and taunt me. Pretty much telling me close, but no cigar. That I came pretty close to smacking it down, but what more did I want? I was surprised, that the rage that filled me made me able to sit up. And the urge to fight, to do what I had gone there to do and to not just lay there and die, brought me to my feet. I'd just been broken, but there I was, standing. And I was stronger. Strong enough to still win.
So if you ever manage to get one of us down for the count, don't give us a reason to get back up.
Buffy Summers
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
487 Words (Sans Lyrics)