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Vi (slayervi) wrote in wariscoming,

She wasn't sure what she expected. She knew Jacen was one of those guys who had a way with words, who could read people, get under their skin, and called a spade a spade. This conversation had been blunter than usual and she'd wondered if it was the stress over what was happening with his sister. Then there was the feeling and she'd assumed that she was going to be wrong. Better safe than sorry. But the telltale reaction to the holy water...

The bottle slipped from her fingers, making a soft clinking sound as it hit the pavement by her feet. "No, you even stepping foot in this town was unwise," she replied, shoulders rolling as if shaking off the shock that had taken hold temporarily. There was a time and a place, and now it was time to get in touch with her inner Slayer. "I am not going to help you do anything. What I am going to do is send you back to that sinking hellpit you call home and then have a good laugh at your expense."

So she had Jacen, who on a good day possessed several powers that it would be tricky to tangle with. Now she had a demon possessing Jacen with those powers in addition to the demonic ones. She was also alone which was going to make Devil's Traps and exorcisms very tricky, if not outright impossible. "I can fight him. I'll have to buy him a couple boxes of Icy Hot patches afterward, but I can fight him," she said firmly, dodging back to avoid his reach.

She leaned as if to break into a run back the way they'd come but the last taunt stopped her. Vi spun to face him, planted her foot, and swung her left up in a sideways kick at his chest.