THE WAY THE MAGICS FLOW (1.03.04)
Buffy wraps her hands and walks over to a boombox. Some sort of high-energy music starts playing. She stretches and goes over to the punching bag in the middle of the room.
Autum walks out into a workout room in sweats and throws her towel onto a chair.
Buffy glares at the punching bag. She throws a solid punch at it with everything she's got.
Autum takes in a deep breath and goes up into a handstand and holds it.
Buffy pounds on the bag. Left, right, right, right, left, right, left, left, left kick, right elbow...
Autum is still in the handstand... her eyes are closed and she's wearing a set of headphones. She pulls her left arm out from under herself and holds it out at a ninety-degree angle.
Buffy wails on the punching bag and it flies off of the chain holding it to the ceiling.
Autum pulls her right arm out into an alignment with her left one. As she concentrates she floats in the air.
Buffy bends over trying to catch her breath and she exits the room.
Autum's eyes snap open as she checks on the spell that holds her up. The trance she's in makes the magic shine like lit up water. She looks down and sees as the flow of the magic is falling onto the ground and pushes her up. It streams like a waterfall. She concentrates harder until the magic that holds her up is as thin as a strand of hair, a tiny trickle. It takes energy and practice of the highest levels to achieve this state of calm and concentration.
Angel runs to the workroom as fast as he could... he has to find Autum, something has gone wrong.
Willow is walking down the hallway when it hit her. It came all at once. She feels it. The power is strong. Dark in it's own way. Hidden, secret, dangerous. She can taste the evil that's flames licked the edges of the new power. It flows in a powerful current. Willow follows the traces of the magic. Something dangerous was going on, and she'd find it and make it go away. They didn't have time for anything to go wrong. Not this time.
Autum closes her eyes again and drifts in her mind, her thoughts. A hand reaches out and grabs her. She falls to the floor with a crash and looks up to see the thing that had wrecked her concentration. Autum's eyes narrow, "What the bloody hell do you want?"