"Enough!!" I shouted to the assorted bad-guy types that were gathered in the Wolfram & Hart lobby.
"I have had fucking enough of this bullshit! We keep getting our asses kicked by Buffy and her little tin soldiers, and even when we win, we don't do a damn thing to make it stick!"
I went down the line, slapping each face in turn. Lilah, Kyle, Spike, Dru, Darla and Faith. Hell, I even smacked around a bunch of the Harbingers for laughs. Trouble with that demonstration, though, was that most of the people I was trying to motivate might've enjoyed that slap, and were thinking of a little tickle afterwards.
Spike included.
And while evildoer orgy on the 12th floor didn't sound like such a bad idea in theory, we were losing ground and time to a bunch of girl scouts and a second-rate detective agency.
It was time to put this crap to an end.
"If none of you has the brass cojones to do this, well, then I guess I'm gonna have to!"
Storming out of the building, I tore ass for the Hyperion hotel and stood right outside the gate.
"Buffy! Wesley! Anybody with a pulse and the stones to answer me! Let's make a deal! One of you against me, no holds barred, no time limit, just your best-- whoever-- and yours truly. Winner takes all!"
They'd send Connor, if they had half a brain amongst 'em all. But I was ready for the little punk.
"C'mon, you pussies! Who's got the guts?!"
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Open to Dark Willow!!!))