"Not all Witches are evil," Buffy felt the need to point out, "And if I can get in touch with our resident Wicca-who-Won't-Often, I can see if she can help us. Maybe she's heard something..."
Not that she was clutching at straws or anything here. She knew nothing about spells or spell-casting but she assumed that a spell of this magnitude would leave traces somewhere.
She opened her cell again, frowning at the lack of messages. Or call-backs, especially from Giles, how come the guy was never around when you really needed him?
"I'm with Dean," Anya nodded, "but I want something bigger than that machete. A pitchfork could work." She could definitely get behind stabbing at a distance. "If Samhain's out and all these people are walking around... We're heading right into a bloodbath, you guys know this, right? It's not going to be pretty."
Usually, this would be the point where Anya ran - got the hell out of dodge and left the idiots behind to deal with the bad. She glanced at Dean, gave a tiny sigh. If he'd been less pretty, maybe, or less accomodating... Or hell, even if he'd just let Bobby talk him right into his senses, maybe she wouldn't have had to stick around.
"We need to canvas the town first," said Buffy, shooting a wary glance back at Fischer's house as if the ghosts were gonna start pouring out all on their own. "Make sure it's really most sincerely dead before we set up camp."
Not that she was clutching at straws or anything here. She knew nothing about spells or spell-casting but she assumed that a spell of this magnitude would leave traces somewhere.
She opened her cell again, frowning at the lack of messages. Or call-backs, especially from Giles, how come the guy was never around when you really needed him?
"I'm with Dean," Anya nodded, "but I want something bigger than that machete. A pitchfork could work." She could definitely get behind stabbing at a distance. "If Samhain's out and all these people are walking around... We're heading right into a bloodbath, you guys know this, right? It's not going to be pretty."
Usually, this would be the point where Anya ran - got the hell out of dodge and left the idiots behind to deal with the bad. She glanced at Dean, gave a tiny sigh. If he'd been less pretty, maybe, or less accomodating... Or hell, even if he'd just let Bobby talk him right into his senses, maybe she wouldn't have had to stick around.
"We need to canvas the town first," said Buffy, shooting a wary glance back at Fischer's house as if the ghosts were gonna start pouring out all on their own. "Make sure it's really most sincerely dead before we set up camp."
Who knew who - or what - else was out there.
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