Drabbles!
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Title: Into Battle
Rating: FRC
Angel had spent months training for this moment. Every move, every pseudo breath, every step, every blink. All of it planned. This had to be executed carefully and masterfully; no mistakes. He slicked his hair back once more and followed the resounding steps into the black grime of the alleyway.
And suddenly, just like that, two feet had planted squarely into his back and he fell. Simply sprawled across the cement.
Buffy's eyes were bright with rage and raw power, her face indignant and... well, pissed.
Come on, I can't look that bad.
A/N: Shhhh, don't blame me for the crap humor, I've been on hiatus, remember?
Title: Into Battle
Rating: FRC
Angel had spent months training for this moment. Every move, every pseudo breath, every step, every blink. All of it planned. This had to be executed carefully and masterfully; no mistakes. He slicked his hair back once more and followed the resounding steps into the black grime of the alleyway.
And suddenly, just like that, two feet had planted squarely into his back and he fell. Simply sprawled across the cement.
Buffy's eyes were bright with rage and raw power, her face indignant and... well, pissed.
Come on, I can't look that bad.
A/N: Shhhh, don't blame me for the crap humor, I've been on hiatus, remember?