Doin' My Part
"Gunn, gather the weapons, make sure we have what we might need to face Turok-Han."And just like that, I was part of the team again. No questions asked, every part havin' its place and its job to do, just like we needed to be if we were gonna make it through this next big fight. The bad guys we were about to face sounded like some real bad mofo's
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I shrugged and opened up the second cabinet.
"Same ol', same ol'. Bad things on the way, and it's time to circle the wagons again."
Kennedy'd made it through the last big scuffle all right, the way I remembered it. If Cordy's vision had been of another buncha Bringers comin' our way, I for one wouldn't have been half as worried about how things were gonna go down. The blind boys we knew and had beaten down before-- there were lots of 'em, yeah, but they was only a little tougher to put down that a regular person.
These-- what'd Buffy call 'em? ubervamps?-- they sounded like a whole different story.
"Need some help?"
I nodded, figurin' that even a simple job would go faster and better with two sets'a heads. Reachin' into the weapons cabinet, I fished out a crossbow, hauled back the bowstring and loaded up a wooden dart. I held the weapon up to Kennedy and pointed out a target someone had left standin' on the other end of the room.
"We got swords, axes... but I'm wonderin' if these've got enough muscle to punch through to the heart of one of them ubervamps. You've gotten a look at one of those things. What's your take?"
Made sense to ask someone who'd been up against-- or at least up close to-- one of these bad boys without the benefit of super powers.
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I grinned, nodding my head. At least I could just hang with Gunn, do some battle preparations and not have to focus on the other stuff.
Like Andi.
No, I would much rather play with weapons, talk about the upcoming battle and smile to myself as I thought about my girlfriend. As in the one I'd just made up with. Well, in one sense anyway. There would be time for the proper making up after we got through this battle.
I took the crossbow from his hand and looked at the target he pointed out. A smirk crossed my face as I held up the familiar weapon and aimed it carefully before letting the wooden dart fly free, hitting it's target.
Not that I was surprised. Of course I hit my mark. I always do.
"We got swords, axes... but I'm wonderin' if these've got enough muscle to punch through to the heart of one of them ubervamps. You've gotten a look at one of those things. What's your take?"
"My take is that we're gonna need a hell of a lot more than a crossbow to take these guys out. They're pretty vicious. Your basic staking isn't cutting it. No, these things have to be decapitated, exposed to the sun or caught on fire. The only way staking is working is maybe if you have a tree trunk that you can launch at it with serious speed."
I shook my head, looking at him seriously.
"Basically? We're pretty screwed."
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"My take is that we're gonna need a hell of a lot more than a crossbow to take these guys out," she said, handing me back the crossbow. "They're pretty vicious. Your basic staking isn't cutting it. No, these things have to be decapitated, exposed to the sun or caught on fire. The only way staking is working is maybe if you have a tree trunk that you can launch at it with serious speed."
Sighin', I put back the weapon onto its hooks in the locker and started countin' the bladed weapons in there.
"Basically? We're pretty screwed."
I snorted, feelin' just a little surprised at the pessimism in Kennedy's voice.
"That's what people were sayin' when Angelus marched three hundred of his blind boys down to our front door. We took us some bad hits, but the hotel's still standin'."
Another half-dozen swords were in the second locker, along with two or three more axes, plus two of some weird medieval-lookin' metal staves with wide, foot-long blades at the end. A voice that had to be Wes' echoed out of the back of my head, remindin' me that they were called 'halberds'. Yeah, definitely had to be a memory of one of English's lectures.
"I figure if Wes thinks he can keep it from burnin' the place down," I continued to Kennedy, "he'll probably haul out the flamethrower. Plus, we had some rookies in the rotation back then. Now, everybody oughta be a vet, even that new Slayer that's supposed to be 'round here someplace."
Thinkin' over the next best move, I went back to the first cabinet, hauled the swords and axes back over to a table and some chairs-- with Kennedy's help-- along with a couple of sharpening stones.
"You know how it goes. We do whatever we gotta to put 'em down. Anything it takes to win."
I almost bit my lip, remindin' myself of the 'anything' that I was up to with Lilah. Leaning over a sword, I went to work on the blade.
"We're the good guys, right?"
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