"Take that you ugly demon!! And that!!"
Xander was punching proverbial *Hell* out of the punching bag in front of him, pretending it was the demon that had kidnapped Willow.
Buffy and Angel were standing a few feet away, instructing their aggravated brunette friend in ways to improve his punches and kicks.
Xander's face was red with both exertion and anger, and, taking a deep breath, he screamed at the punch bag, and flying-kicked it so hard that it broke away from the chains and ropes that were holding it to the ceiling, and hit the wall behind it with a loud thump.
Oblivious to the gasps and surprised looks from Angel and Buffy, Xander leapt at the punching bag now leaning against the wall, and continued to punch it, banging the top of it against the wall as if it was the demon's head.
The punch bag started to sag, and slowly slipped further down the wall. However, Xander was oblivious to this, and threw all of his remaining strength into his last punch. Problem was, as the bag had slipped down the wall, Xander missed it, and his fist continued to go through the wall, revealing the brick beneath the plaster covering.
As he pulled his now bleeding hand away, Xander looked at it for a minute, then at Buffy and Angel, and said, "Oops. And may I add, ouch!! Severe pain here!"
Buffy and Angel looked at each other sceptically, as his cries of pain had came a little late, before assisting him.
As soon as they entered the shop, Buffy forceably *shoved* Xander into the nearest chair, and stood before him, hands on her hips.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris!! Have you been messing with the spell books again?!!!!"
Xander opened his mouth to deny it, but took one look at Buffy's face and thought better of it.
Buffy glared at him, and he wilted under her gaze, bowing his head and looking at the floor in shame.
"What did you *do?*" she asked wearily.
Xander glanced at her quickly, before returning his eyes to the floor to answer, "It was only meant to stop me from getting hurt as much. Only, it seems to have gone a little wrong. So, instead of me not *getting* hurt, I just-"
"Can't *feel* hurt?" Buffy finished.
Xander nodded, and once more returned his gaze to the floor.
"Well, at least you didn't make any more of Giles' books go `poof'!" she said with a sigh.
Xander was punching proverbial *Hell* out of the punching bag in front of him, pretending it was the demon that had kidnapped Willow.
Buffy and Angel were standing a few feet away, instructing their aggravated brunette friend in ways to improve his punches and kicks.
Xander's face was red with both exertion and anger, and, taking a deep breath, he screamed at the punch bag, and flying-kicked it so hard that it broke away from the chains and ropes that were holding it to the ceiling, and hit the wall behind it with a loud thump.
Oblivious to the gasps and surprised looks from Angel and Buffy, Xander leapt at the punching bag now leaning against the wall, and continued to punch it, banging the top of it against the wall as if it was the demon's head.
The punch bag started to sag, and slowly slipped further down the wall. However, Xander was oblivious to this, and threw all of his remaining strength into his last punch. Problem was, as the bag had slipped down the wall, Xander missed it, and his fist continued to go through the wall, revealing the brick beneath the plaster covering.
As he pulled his now bleeding hand away, Xander looked at it for a minute, then at Buffy and Angel, and said, "Oops. And may I add, ouch!! Severe pain here!"
Buffy and Angel looked at each other sceptically, as his cries of pain had came a little late, before assisting him.
As soon as they entered the shop, Buffy forceably *shoved* Xander into the nearest chair, and stood before him, hands on her hips.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris!! Have you been messing with the spell books again?!!!!"
Xander opened his mouth to deny it, but took one look at Buffy's face and thought better of it.
Buffy glared at him, and he wilted under her gaze, bowing his head and looking at the floor in shame.
"What did you *do?*" she asked wearily.
Xander glanced at her quickly, before returning his eyes to the floor to answer, "It was only meant to stop me from getting hurt as much. Only, it seems to have gone a little wrong. So, instead of me not *getting* hurt, I just-"
"Can't *feel* hurt?" Buffy finished.
Xander nodded, and once more returned his gaze to the floor.
"Well, at least you didn't make any more of Giles' books go `poof'!" she said with a sigh.