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[freckled_witch]

Sparks of electricity emit in the Summers dining room, followed by a gust of wind which billows scant pieces of paper across the room, gradually a whirlwind forms, the electricity like tendrils reaching across the room, licking at the walls. A ball of light appears as a pinprick, the source of all this madness, and grows at an exponential rate,

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[freckled_witch]

Willow lies unconscious on the dining room floor, her body sprawled at an odd angle, hidden among antique books and papers, a chair laid down on its side in close proximity to her head. Her breathing is shallow as she dreams of what had happened...

"Charles!" She screamed, her voice hoarse and almost broken. She could see him, but dared not move. He held Gunn tight, his eyes threatening, but even then... she knew she couldn't do anything. Couldn't do anything to save him, as much as she wanted to.

His last act had been to save her, "Willow... go! Now! Don't... wait..."And then came the sickening crunch of Gunn's neck breaking, his eyes becoming vacant as he soul left his body, which sagged to the ground almost instantly.

"No..." Willow breathed, the musty smell of antique books filling her nostrils and brining her back to consciousness. She blinked, confused, and coughed up the dust collected from an old tome near her head. She placed her hands palm down and began crawling away from the mass before falling unconscious again, the spell taking more energy from her than she realised...