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Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in colligo_threads,

Oblivious to the audience she now had, Cordelia wasted no time in firing her crossbow and hitting the next demon directly in the heart. He collapsed with a thud, a gurgling sound filling the air for a few seconds before he finally fell silent. However, before Cordelia could pull her next bolt and re-arm her weapon, the final demon emitted a high-pitched shriek that threatened to rupture the Seer's eardrums. Then the demon was charging at her, little more than a veritable blur in the dim light provided in the alley.

"Oh crap," Cordelia muttered, taking a few steps back to try and sidestep the creature. It was too fast, though, and razor-sharp claws narrowly missed her midsection. That was close. Too close, really. Without thinking, and with the creature too close to properly shoot without risking missing the heart entirely, Cordelia did the next best thing she could think to do.

Snatching up a metal lid from a trashcan, she whacked the thing as hard as she could upside the head. It stumbled sideways and she spun on her heel, loading her crossbow and taking aim in one swift movement. For a split second she worried she missed as the demon stumbled forward, claws still reaching for her. Fortunately though, luck was on her side and it finally fell at her feet, gurgling as the one before it had before slumping, lifeless, onto the ground.

Cordelia exhaled slowly as she cast a quick glance around to make sure the demons were all dead. Once certain the immediate threat was finished, she went about the tedious task of taking back her arrows and sliding them into the pouch slung over her shoulder, the crossbow following suit. It wasn't until she was finished, as she was turning to go, that she realized she wasn't as alone as she'd thought she was. Instantly she froze in place, eyes widening ever so slightly before recognition flashed across her face. It was the guy from the network. The one who had called her ugly, of all things.

Fighting the ridiculous urge to shoot him with her crossbow and claim a jumpy trigger finger later, she sighed heavily. "Sorry," she said absently as she pulled her hair up in a ponytail and fastened the strap that was covering her bag. "For the whole crashing into you thing. I would have made sure you were okay but, you know, demon attack." What? The guy may have been a rude jerk and a half during their conversation before but that didn't mean he deserved to be dragged into the middle of a demon brawl.