Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Once more with feeling – Going through the motions
Cara sighed, almost annoyed as Kahlan, Richard and Zedd ran into the burning village. Bandits were scurrying about, ransacking anything and everyone they came across. It wasn't long before Richard was off in the distance, fighting an ever growing group of men. Zedd had disappeared to no doubt temper the fire or set more aflame. Kahlan had taken on a few herself, moving around with deadly grace.
She unsheathed her Agiels, seeing that a few of Richard's opponents had chosen to take on the Confessor instead. The air around her was electric as she stalked into the fight. It seeped into her leathers and breathed life into her flesh.
"Every single night the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight," Cara sang, upbeat but low and strangely dangerous, uninterrupted in her task of breaking the nose of one of the approaching men. "Still I always feel this strange estrangement." Her eyes flickered over to Kahlan, and in the midst of battle their eyes locked. For the briefest of moments, time seemed to slow down, allowing Cara to finish her thoughts in song. "Nothing here is real, nothing here is right."
Her words were punctuated by the brunette setting her attention to the fight at hand, slicing through a rather skinny looking fellow. Seeing a select few men turn to her, she finished of the man with the broken nose before becoming involved in a flurry of blows. The fight died down very quickly, the bandits no match for a Mord'Sith, but Cara taunted them by allowing them to have the first attack every now and again. "I've been making shows of trading blows, just hoping no one knows—"
A large, dark man got in a lucky blow, knocking the wind out of her.
Cara bared her teeth and, with a combination of moves, floored him. Then she continued to dispose of the others that were still standing. "I'm going through the motions, walking through the part." Having fought back enough men, she kneeled next to the floored man. "Nothing seems to penetrate my heart," she continued, spitting out the last word in a contented purr as she allowed the Agiel's magic to sink deep into the man's chest.
Kahlan stumbled back after her attack was parried with a kick. Despite the opportunity for the bandits to get in another blow, they seemed to stay back far away enough. All except one, who had the right idea and charged her. He didn't expect her to approach him just as quickly, and expected the hand around his throat even less. "I was always brave and kind of righteous," Kahlan continued Cara's song, squeezing her hand. Brown eyes widened as they looked down at her from beneath a mop of dirty hair. "Now I find I'm wavering." She released her magic into the man.
"Crawl out of your grave," Cara hissed, stabbing another bandit in the back as he planned on taking advantage of Kahlan's weakened state. She stared down at the Confessor, meeting with blue eyes harshly. "You find this fight just doesn't mean a thing."
"She ain't got that swing," the bandit slurred, before slumping down.
"Thanks for noticing," Kahlan muttered.
In that moment, the bandits gathered around them, circling them menacingly as if it was written choreography. "She does pretty well with fiends from hell, but lately we can tell," they all sang together. "That she's just going through the motions, faking it somehow."
A blonde man stepped forward, sword at hand. "She's not even half the girl she—ow." He looked down at the dagger lodged in his chest.
The remaining bandits charged them, but, along with their new ally, stood no chance. Cara and the confessed bandit took care of them while Kahlan watched them, recovering some of her strength. "Will I stay this forever? Sleepwalk through my life's endeavour?"
A handsome young plundered villager almost ran past her, turning to shoot her a look full of grateful submission. "How can I repay—"
"Whatever," she dismissed him, walking away to get a better vantage point of the fight. "I don't want to be going through the motions, losing all my drive. I can't even see if this is really me."
"And I just want to be," Cara continued, finishing off the last active bandit. He slumped forwards into her arms, allowing green eyes to meet with blue. "Alive," she sang, drawing out the word.
She pushed the man to the ground roughly, and suddenly, they were surrounded by an eerie silence.
Cara frowned. "What the hell was that?"
Musical fic! This was basically my reaction after seeing "Once more with feeling" for the bajillionth time and going "lulz" every other second. And I like going "lulz."
I /might/ take on prompts later, but I wouldn't count on me to be reliable in any way xD
