// 11. [video]
----I know, okay?
I am being careful I'm being super care--
---ow!
Crap.
[Cut to video. Misty, ruiny video. Or, it is when the forge is righted. Rustling noises, like the sounds of someone brushing themselves off after falling. And like a gunslinger's holster swinging into frame, a black leather-clad arm swoops down to haul her to her feet.]
Thanks. Stupid rocks. They should like ...not put rocks here. Where my feet go. Jerks.
"They" being the nibbelung dwarf people?
Maybe.
[...]
Are the nibblewhatsit dwarf people ...m-messy eaters? Cause...
[A splash of red on the rocks below. Spike takes a hold of her arm to keep her in place, then lets go and hops/rockslides down to take a closer look]
W-what is it?
...Spike?
["It's… Mountain Dew…" Yeah, if only. Straightens to look up at her.] You sure you want to keep following this trail, Bit?
S-sure. [I mean, this is what the patrolly people do, right? Buffy would follow it. Riza, too.]
Maybe it's a wounded animal? Like a deer or something.
[A week ago she was a Slayer.She was more vulnerable now. He should be aggravated that she was back in old form, getting into trouble while least prepared to withstand it… but on some level… he couldn't help being glad to have her back.]
Yeah, or something. What do you know about this thing, anyway?
[There's a fwoosh! as something shoots by (literally) them.]
Th-that it doesn't like us! And it's shooting! Shit!
Spike!
[A volley of metal bolts fly by, sounding as if they thunk into a nearby tree. Now it's just running - various expletives - shouts. Feed cuts out.]
[ooc: Dawn = red. Spike = blue.]