Re: Group Three - Magic Users
The ground began to shake as Anya called upon more power. She'd been a demon for over a thousand years and she called on that. She'd lived on the Hellmouth during her mortal years and she called on that too. Every scrap of magical energy that had left its taint on her.
She switched languages on a whim, calling on every deity, higher power and lower being she needed, using that same creativity and adaptability that had made her such a good vengeance demon. The black streaks in her hair grew larger and darker as she summoned darker magics to counter the effects of the spell she was pushing against.
"Come on you son of a bitch," she muttered under her breath, still pushing against the spell. "You didn't really think you could defeat me could you? Just like a man."
She was no whiny little cry-Willow. She had been the best vengeance demon the world had ever seen. Her name had been worshiped and feared across the mortal globe. And she was not going to be beaten by some tacky man-demon who gave the rest of them a bad reputation.
There was a cold smirk on her face as she stopped trying to push and switched instead to mentally trying to tear down the barriers, almost as magical claws ripping into it. It was weakening. not enough, not yet, but it was weakening.