Glory/Ben (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hopeandglory) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
Freaking seriously? SERIOUSLY.
Glory could have punched her, in fact, she would. She'd punch her. What were the chances, Cause Glory could feel the power in the blade. Native Power. Crappidy Crappidy crap. But she couldn't let the Slayer see she was worried. No, she parried the blow the Slayer had made and they traded for a while, back and forth until one slipped past, just at her shoulder, But it hurt and Glory staggered back a little. God Power. Divine.
Freaking Angelic.
"You don't understand...do you? Its not like I'm killing something real. Dawnie, she's a pretend little toy the monks gave you to mind. That's all you're protecting. How lame is that" she commented as she swung in for another blow at the Slayer. She had to get her angry, get her distracted. She had to go for the kill, and soon. More blows with that sword, coupled with the superheroes. She understood why this place was pulling people in for their war. There was more strength here than there ever had been in Sunnydale even without Glinda being around.
"What are you still fighting for Buffy. I'm already winning. My minions are slicing and dicing as we speak" Or they'd better be, if they knew what was good for them. She sure as hell wasn't turning around to check though