Oh my God,
Cordy is so living in a dreamworld. She's got it all set in her mind that
Angel and
Giles and whoever else are going to come sweeping in at any moment and rescue us. I mean, yes, it's totally great that she thought of sending the letter, and if it got to them then I don't have to keep worrying about
Dawnie freaking out that we're dead or
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I'm going with crazy.
I push Torg away and decide that the vengenance demon approach is probably the best, given the circumstances.
"Look, Torg. This is all very nice and cosy, but we're in a bit of a hurry here - you know, places to go, wishes to grant, people to flay and all. Thing is, I'm in a bit of a bind here," I nod to Buffy, hoping she'll play along. "Bound by the power of the Wish, you know how it goes. She's the latest customer and you know what they say - the customer's always right," I laugh, trying to sound like I mean it. "Anyway, any information you might have to help her out would really, well, help me and I could, well, move on, which would be good, if you get my meaning."
I hope that was vague enough to be realistic, but I'm not sure going by the look on his face.
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"Do you think we can beat it into submission like this. Because if we are not going to get the information we want out of it, we're wasting valuable time which I could better spend with Charles," I point out between throws.
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"Or maybe," I ammend, seeing as it doesn't seem to be all that easy to knock unconscious, "You could look around while I keep it occupied?" At least I seem to have an unending supply of building materials to lob at it.
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My eye is caught by a white object lying just behind where our demon was pinned to the ground. It looked round, but there was no way I was going to attempt to get past this flayling demon to grab it.
"Buffy - there!" I shout. She's the Slayer - let her risk her life for a pebble.
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