Diana's feet slapped against the mud as the ran towards the howling. Her
Slayer senses did little to quell her fear as she fingered the cold silver
of her bow. The night was far too quiet for a fight like this and she had
only a cursory instruction on how to kill werewolves. As she reviewed in
her head the smell of burning wood and cooking flesh impeded on her
nostrils. In a small clearing lay three men one with a helmet made of
animal skins and a necklace of teeth, the other two men had carapaces of
bronze and wore leather cuirass. She knew to keep a good distance away
from them as their speed would most likely match hers and their arms would
be longer, but she had the advantage of surprise. But counting again she
realized that there was one missing.
Willow and the rest watched on as the Slayer's gross calculations left her open for an attack from behind.
Xander screamed "Look out! Behind you!" as he rushed the beast who's paws were about to slice through Diana's white tunic. But his body shimmered through the beast leaving no affect on the past.
"We have to warn her." Xander's eyes pleaded towards Accacia.
"Remember Xander she's a Slayer." Accacia gave him a reassuring smile.
As Diana moved in closer to her prey, her ears picked up another heartbeat. In a blinding arc of silver and force Diana slashed the bow diagonally, it ripped through the cuirass and shattered the bone underneath. Now the reflective surface was splattered with wolf blood, so much for the element of surprise.
The other two werewolves in the cuirass had found her, the first one leapt into the air fangs bared and claws at the ready. Diana rolled to the right avoiding the straightforward onslaught and quickly shot an arrow into her attacker. The arrow whistled as it shot clean through his right thigh taking with it a large chunk of flesh. He howled and collapsed near the body of his fallen comrade. The second one rushed at her from the side his jaws snapping, foaming. By instinct she flipped over her assailant and landed behind him. Opening his eyes the werewolf was surprised and disoriented.
"Hey, I'm over here."
The werewolf turned towards the Slayer and his head met with a bolt from Diana's bow.
"Well done young Slayer." The genial congratulation was followed by a few weak handclaps. "You've killed my soldiers. Highly trained Spartan grunts."
Standing before her was the general; the only werewolf still left standing. His lupine jaws held a smirk and his heavyset brow was wrinkled in a taunting, "come and get me" sort of way.
"One girl to save the entire world, from the powers of darkness. I've been waiting for you. I've sent my soldiers to kill and mutilate entire villages to draw you out and here you are. Now Sparta calls me a coward, but when I return with the head of the Slayer I shall be crowned king of Sparta."
"And how were you planning to get my head, before I cut off yours?" Her Doe like eyes steeled over with the ferocity of a fighter. Never before had she been so efficient with her Slaying and it felt good.
"A Slayer with a sense of humor."
"Ha ha ha." Diana's faked laughter was accompanied by an arrow whistling towards the General's heart.
"HA!" With a sweeping motion the arrow was caught and crushed. The General howled and barreled at her. Something within her told her to block and Diana obliged preventing the general's fist from making contact with her skull. Finding her opportunity Diana planted a kick into the General's gut sending him staggering into a tree.
"Not bad little girl." He said while unsheathing his sword. "Usually I like to stick with just claws but for you I'll make an exception."
The General thrusted towards Diana's midsection and she paried each blow off to the side. But the force of the General's attacks shook her to the bone sending vibrations of pain up her shoulder. The General arced his sword up Diana did a back flip to avoid it, but it was a second too late. A rivulet of blood dribbled down her chin signifying how close she was to being killed.
The pungent metallic scent of blood and steel was intoxicating to the General. It was a feast for his senses, his mind's eye flashed upon the havoc his blade could cause upon her angelic form a deadly dance of steel into soft flesh. It was a provocative idea.
Diana even in the moonlight could see that drool had started leaking from the General's lips. "Ewwww. Bad dog." Using her bow as a staff she struck him against the head sending him reeling.
The blow to his head woke him out of his dream state. The General was awake now and made another observatory glance at the Slayer. "You've stopped bleeding!"
The Slayer flicked her fingers over where the cut used to be just to wipe off the crusted blood. "Well I guess I have. But you haven't." she smiled lifting the bow to display the end that was covered with hair, helmet, and a few skull shards.
This was the final indignity she was going to die and he would feed upon her flesh. The General's strikes now became heavier and quicker, what before took little effort to push out of the way now took much more strength. Her arms burned each time she clanged metal against metal. Enraged the General using the force of his entire body caught the end of the bow and pressed Diana into the dirt.
"You won't need this anymore." The werewolf's hands smoked and sizzled as it threw the bow into near by bushes. "I've won." The General flicked out his tongue to taste the sweat off Diana's cheek.
Diana tried to head butt him but the General tongue snapped back into his mouth. She tried to move her body but his weight was just too much for her to lift.
"It's been fun Slayer. You know, I really enjoyed myself. I think I'll just wait till the next Slayer is called then kill her and then kill the next one, and so on. But first I have to kill you. Don't take it personally, and don't worry I don't bite. Ohh wait yes I do." His jaws were large enough now to bite through her head; Diana shut her eyes and waited for her entrance into Elysium.
"The knife!" Her mind screamed. Before the General's teeth could slice through her neck she reached into her sash and jammed the knife into his neck. The General's eyes bulged out while the dagger's blade severed major arteries and his spinal cord. Causing him to spasm and shake. Diana rolled the now gurgling General off of her and examined the damage that the fight had done to her. Both of legs were bruised and swollen, and one of her ribs had cracked. All of which should heal by morning, she crawled on top of a skin lying near the fire and closed her eyes to rest a bit before her long walk home.
Willow and the rest watched on as the Slayer's gross calculations left her open for an attack from behind.
Xander screamed "Look out! Behind you!" as he rushed the beast who's paws were about to slice through Diana's white tunic. But his body shimmered through the beast leaving no affect on the past.
"We have to warn her." Xander's eyes pleaded towards Accacia.
"Remember Xander she's a Slayer." Accacia gave him a reassuring smile.
As Diana moved in closer to her prey, her ears picked up another heartbeat. In a blinding arc of silver and force Diana slashed the bow diagonally, it ripped through the cuirass and shattered the bone underneath. Now the reflective surface was splattered with wolf blood, so much for the element of surprise.
The other two werewolves in the cuirass had found her, the first one leapt into the air fangs bared and claws at the ready. Diana rolled to the right avoiding the straightforward onslaught and quickly shot an arrow into her attacker. The arrow whistled as it shot clean through his right thigh taking with it a large chunk of flesh. He howled and collapsed near the body of his fallen comrade. The second one rushed at her from the side his jaws snapping, foaming. By instinct she flipped over her assailant and landed behind him. Opening his eyes the werewolf was surprised and disoriented.
"Hey, I'm over here."
The werewolf turned towards the Slayer and his head met with a bolt from Diana's bow.
"Well done young Slayer." The genial congratulation was followed by a few weak handclaps. "You've killed my soldiers. Highly trained Spartan grunts."
Standing before her was the general; the only werewolf still left standing. His lupine jaws held a smirk and his heavyset brow was wrinkled in a taunting, "come and get me" sort of way.
"One girl to save the entire world, from the powers of darkness. I've been waiting for you. I've sent my soldiers to kill and mutilate entire villages to draw you out and here you are. Now Sparta calls me a coward, but when I return with the head of the Slayer I shall be crowned king of Sparta."
"And how were you planning to get my head, before I cut off yours?" Her Doe like eyes steeled over with the ferocity of a fighter. Never before had she been so efficient with her Slaying and it felt good.
"A Slayer with a sense of humor."
"Ha ha ha." Diana's faked laughter was accompanied by an arrow whistling towards the General's heart.
"HA!" With a sweeping motion the arrow was caught and crushed. The General howled and barreled at her. Something within her told her to block and Diana obliged preventing the general's fist from making contact with her skull. Finding her opportunity Diana planted a kick into the General's gut sending him staggering into a tree.
"Not bad little girl." He said while unsheathing his sword. "Usually I like to stick with just claws but for you I'll make an exception."
The General thrusted towards Diana's midsection and she paried each blow off to the side. But the force of the General's attacks shook her to the bone sending vibrations of pain up her shoulder. The General arced his sword up Diana did a back flip to avoid it, but it was a second too late. A rivulet of blood dribbled down her chin signifying how close she was to being killed.
The pungent metallic scent of blood and steel was intoxicating to the General. It was a feast for his senses, his mind's eye flashed upon the havoc his blade could cause upon her angelic form a deadly dance of steel into soft flesh. It was a provocative idea.
Diana even in the moonlight could see that drool had started leaking from the General's lips. "Ewwww. Bad dog." Using her bow as a staff she struck him against the head sending him reeling.
The blow to his head woke him out of his dream state. The General was awake now and made another observatory glance at the Slayer. "You've stopped bleeding!"
The Slayer flicked her fingers over where the cut used to be just to wipe off the crusted blood. "Well I guess I have. But you haven't." she smiled lifting the bow to display the end that was covered with hair, helmet, and a few skull shards.
This was the final indignity she was going to die and he would feed upon her flesh. The General's strikes now became heavier and quicker, what before took little effort to push out of the way now took much more strength. Her arms burned each time she clanged metal against metal. Enraged the General using the force of his entire body caught the end of the bow and pressed Diana into the dirt.
"You won't need this anymore." The werewolf's hands smoked and sizzled as it threw the bow into near by bushes. "I've won." The General flicked out his tongue to taste the sweat off Diana's cheek.
Diana tried to head butt him but the General tongue snapped back into his mouth. She tried to move her body but his weight was just too much for her to lift.
"It's been fun Slayer. You know, I really enjoyed myself. I think I'll just wait till the next Slayer is called then kill her and then kill the next one, and so on. But first I have to kill you. Don't take it personally, and don't worry I don't bite. Ohh wait yes I do." His jaws were large enough now to bite through her head; Diana shut her eyes and waited for her entrance into Elysium.
"The knife!" Her mind screamed. Before the General's teeth could slice through her neck she reached into her sash and jammed the knife into his neck. The General's eyes bulged out while the dagger's blade severed major arteries and his spinal cord. Causing him to spasm and shake. Diana rolled the now gurgling General off of her and examined the damage that the fight had done to her. Both of legs were bruised and swollen, and one of her ribs had cracked. All of which should heal by morning, she crawled on top of a skin lying near the fire and closed her eyes to rest a bit before her long walk home.