"You hurt her." Angel said. His words were slightly distorted by his fangs, but he got the message across.

Prue watched in fascination as Angel viciously attacked it, beating its face to a bloody pulp and then finally putting it out of its misery with a stake. Buffy stood to the side, cradling her ruined hand. The witch watched her smile a little, as if the brutal display was sweet. She didn't see anymore, however. Prue fell to the ground before she even knew what hit her. It had been a demon/vamp; coming up from behind with a sword it had taken from the fallen Giles.

Faith saw her new sister fall, and she cursed. Everyone was being beaten, and there were still 8 d/v's, as she was referring to them, to defeat. The only good guys left standing were her, Spike, Angel, Piper, and Phoebe. She wasn't counting Buffy, who was desperately trying to stay in the fight with her useless hand. Angel was, of course, right next to her, beating away the baddies. Willow had been taken out right before Prue, and Tara had also. Now, the ones who were out of the fight didn't have any protection, and that was what Phoebe was currently working on-keeping them from snacking on her newfound friends and her family.

"B, this isn't working!" She screamed.

Somehow, they had spread out. The fight had started in a small square in the entrance to the Sunnydale Park, and now they flooded the grassy area inside. It wasn't that large of a place, but it was dangerous to let the demon/vamps isolate them. Spike was juggling two, and Faith was working on 1. Angel had his hands full protecting him and Buffy from 3, and the witches had two. If Faith couldn't speed it up and start killing them, the fight would be finished.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Phoebe yelled over to the Slayer. It hadn't seemed like that much, 10 demons to 14 good guys. But they had underestimated them, and they had paid the price. In spades.

"Faith! We need to get them to you to kill." Piper said. She was doing well, holding back her demon/vamp with her sword. Even killed a couple, but in this fight, that didn't exactly count for much.

"Yea, I got that." She yelled back. "But how?"

"We've been over this! We don't know!" Buffy called over. She and Angel were the farthest from the rest of their group, almost across the park. But that wasn't stopping Buffy from entering in her opinions. As usual.

They were all at a loss. They had entered into a losing battle, and now they didn't know what to do, and if any of their friends were even still alive. Amanda wasn't looking good, and Phoebe didn't know if Tara was breathing.