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Glory/Ben ([info]hopeandglory) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-04-01 01:29:00

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Entry tags:adam vasic, andrea rojas, billie jenkins, clark kent, dawn summers, dean winchester, faith lehane, glory, john jones, kara zor-el, needy lesnicki, pike, sam winchester, tara maclay, vi, xander harris

Who: Glory/Ben and Team Wanna Stab them in their shared Face
What: The FIGHT
Where: Glory's very large very awesome back yard. There is sealey energy pplz
When: Hallow'een evening
Rating: PG 13. Stabbity.
Status: In progress, Hold on  a few for the subthreads to come - Subthreads, Minions/Victims vs Rescuers, victims switch sides when fixed, supers kick Glory in the face. - Witchey-Fu, and Glory/Ben/Buffy/Dawn


It broke.

The magic, the spell, she felt it, she could feel it slipping and finally shattering, but that was okay. She didn’t need it anymore. Didn’t need the shroud over the past. Not when she was this close. There was nothing Buffy could even do anymore. Glory had called her minions to her, apart from the ones keeping her Key from focusing that pretty green energy on anything that might let her escape, the girl would be bruised and beaten by now. There were her minions who loved her, frickin worshipped her because she was awesome, and there were the crazies. And no Troll God's Hammer, she knew that for sure. Stupid Buffy, where had she gotten a hammer

But she didn’t have it here. No Hammer, no Godly lame. She wasn't worried. And she’d watch for construction machinery.

She was dressed in simple robes, a concession to Ben for when they got home. He was a treacherous little snit when he wanted to be, had fallen right into the fold the second time around like a good little host body. He might even do well back home, and she could totally end him if he did betray her. But she didn’t think that he would. He’d accepted her. He’d gotten Dawnikins.

She waited nervously tapping her foot, Dawn was chained to a wall not far from her, soon she’d be ready, she’d worked so hard on this, On the seal. The one right in Lawrence. It wasn’t visible but it made her tingly to be near, Dawn’s blood, and the right magic would tear it apart. They were so close to completion, so ready to bleed the little brat, only a few minutes now, a few short minutes and she would be home.

And there would be no robot fooling her this time, Not again. Even if there HAD been one. Stupid robot girl had slowed her down.
“Hey Dawnie...you doing okay over there sweetie? I know its got to suck. But I had to lock you down. You know you’d only try to run. And I don’t want to hurt you. I mean...y’know. Till I bleed you. Cause that right there...that’s gonna hurt like a bitch, and be slow. But you know that from last time don’t you? I mean he even says he's sorry for hurting you and all, but not being real. You'll be happier as energy I swear. You'll be doing what you're supposed to do, what you were MADE to do. Isn't that better...And your sister will follow you to death anyway so you don't even need to worry. Bitch has it coming. I have a list. Wrecking ball jerk is on it too. Pity the glinda-witch isn't here. I'd have fun with her. Can mess up her girl again though"

"Um...Your most divine and well accessoriedness in whose splendiferious radiance we bask eternal? Might I interrupt your magnificance’s taunting?"

Aw Jinx. He was totally her favourite. She looked down and patted him on his creepy bumpy little minion head

"What is it, are they here...?"

"We think they are nearby yes..."

Glory grinned and grabbed one of her prettier swords. This would be fun. She was about to dismiss the minion when she thought about something very important, very very. How could she have forgotten?

"Do I look good Jinxy, Do I look ready to go home?!!." she asked him with a beaming grin that was ready to turn at any second. He’d better answer right. He was so gonna be in trouble if he didn’t.


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Rescue vs. Minions/Victims
[info]slayersocialwrk
2010-04-01 04:46 am UTC (link)
Faith was pretty pissed that Doyle had listened to B and let Pike go. That guaranteed that she was going to be heading after Glory. Not that she wasn't willing to be in on the fight, of course. She just wished that Pike had stayed back at the motel. She had once again gathered her knives and Pike's gun and headed to where the big scene was going down at.

Once there, Faith spent no time at all jumping into the fight. She killed demons left and right, and whenever she came up against a crazy person, she checked her punches so she didn't actually kill anyone, just knocked them out. When she noticed that there was a witchy-kinda-crazy among them, she just avoided her. Faith wasn't a fan of magic and had no problem staying away from that.

Her eyes flickered over to where B was fighting Glory from time to time-to make sure the hellgod didn't kill her, of course. She didn't want anyone else having that pleasure 'cept her. That was the only reason. Well, that and she'd probably have to jump over and fight Glory herself if B died. So it was a good idea to keep tabs on what was happening. She was also distracted as she waded through the ranks of the insane people, hoping to spot Pike somewhere before he got himself hurt or killed.

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Re: Rescue vs. Minions/Victims
[info]tweedywatcher
2010-04-01 04:58 am UTC (link)
Giles' gaze also kept flicking to Buffy, concerned for both her and Dawn. He was hoping against hope that everyone would come through the battle alive and hopefully intact. He tried to catch Faith's eye as well for a moment.

Tara was beginning her spell now, and he prayed that it worked. He had wanted to say the spell with the others, but he'd reasoned that he would be most useful doing what he was right now.

A demon smacked him in the head from behind, and he turned, dazed, fighting to shake the cobwebs out as he plunged with the sword. He only wished that he wasn't just a mortal human, that he had something more to call on. He felt the beginnings of the fatigue, and he knew he'd use his reserves up faster than the younger people here. He just hoped Tara's spell bought all of them what they needed to succeed.

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Rescue vs. Minions/Victims
[info]notafishie
2010-04-01 04:58 am UTC (link)
Pike had been about to continue his assault on Andrea. He hadn't attended the quipping school of combat. Quipping while fighting, in Pike's experience, wasted time that could be used dodging or attacking. Sure, he could joke around before and after, and if he had some help he could make toss an occasional joke during a fight, but usually he was all business. So instead of responding to her, he just advanced, prepared to continue the fight for as long as he needed to.

And then something hit him, and the spilled jigsaw puzzle of his mind snapped back into sharp relief.

His eyes widened as the dark lifted and the crawling went away. Suddenly he could form coherent thoughts again. The dark fog that had settled over his mind from the minute that hellbitch reached into his mind was gone. With sudden clarity, he knew what was happening.

He'd just struck a friend.
Dawn was going to be bled dry.
He'd been forced to relive all the feelings from Detroit.
He'd dropped the l-word with Faith while crazy, which might color any future attempts to make her believe it was true. Maybe even ruin things.

Most of the people here would probably have mistaken Pike for a mostly harmless hanger-on, great for moral support but probably not as good of a hunter as he thought he was. Pike certainly had never come across as dangerous to anyone here. The one fight he'd been involved in, he'd gotten stabbed. It didn't give the impression of someone that could actually be dangerous.

That was a misconception that anyone who saw him during this fight would probably not believe again.

He was still standing in full view of Andrea, but he wasn't seeing her. His eyes narrowed, his heart sped up and thudded in his ears like a heavy metal war drum, and something dark, cold, and flinty replaced the usual open, laid back look in his eyes. His face reddened, his fists clenched, and he literally shook with fury.

He was going to kill as many of these scabby little bastards as he could. And he was going to enjoy it.

He spun on his heel, away from Andrea. He needed a weapon, and that scabby little bastard with a short sword about ten feet to the left was a great source. Without so much as a second thought, he charged it. The sword swung, but Pike ducked under it, stuck out his arm, and slammed the demon into the ground with enough force that the impact could probably be heard over the din of the fight. Without missing a beat, he lifted one booted foot and brought it down in a vicious stomp directly at the center of the demon's throat.

There was a sickening cracking sound and the demon began gasping for air. Pike just leaned down, plucked the sword from the demon's suddenly frantic hands, and stepped over its body. The fact that it would die a slow death of suffocation pleased him more than it should have, but right now, all Pike could feel was white hot fury. There was no room for guilt.

A demon came at him from the right with a piece of road clutched in both hands. Pike batted the clumsy attack aside with the flat of his new sword, lashed his hand out, and buried his thumb in one of the disgusting little thing's eyes. It screeched and stumbled back, and Pike thrust his sword into it's throat and tore it out the right side, sending demon blood and gore out onto the street. A third demon stared at him and Pike just walked up and cleanly decapitated it.

Then he turned and proceeded further into the crowd of demons, looking for more to kill.

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