The group goes full stride at the horde. With everyone fighting in sync with each other. A blonde slayer takes one ugly creature and hits and does a spin kick to its head knocking it down and an redheaded slayer then drives it sword down into it killing it. While at the same exact moment, Faith and Angel are both fighting with a creature that is over 8 feet tall, with a long club for an arm. It hits Angel, sending him flying into a group of demons, knocking them all down.
"I would call that picking up the 7-10 splint," Spike called out as he grabbed Angel's hand and helped him up.
"I thought it was good form," he replied as the two of them rushed the giant creature, tackling it, giving Faith the opportunity to behead it. The head rolls over by Illyria's feet and she reaches down and picks it up and uses the horn on the top of its head as a weapon, gouging it into a demon rushing her. Then turning to punch another one. Two jump at her, knocking her down. A couple of slayers rush over to stand between her and the demons. Illyria kips up, and then walks back towards the two demons how knocked her down. She shoves the two slayers out of her way to get at the demons, grabbing the skulls and smashing them together.
"Hey Angel," Faith asks, pointing at Illyria, "Pepsi Blue over there, is she one of ours, or one of theirs?"
"Ours."
"Kinda," Spike yells after him. At that moment, Illyria continues her berserker ways. Just running thru more and more demons. She is killing demons at a three to one tilt of everyone else. At the rage she is showing, it is entirely clear that she is a focused, demon-killing machine and she won't be stopped.
"Good to know," Faith marvels back while watching her. The battle continues. Demon bodies, and body parts are lying all over the ground. The cement has turned a shade of red, and green from all the blood spilt there. There are bodies of slayers on the ground as well. Not everyone Faith brought with her has survived. But they knew the cost of this battle. The demons make a last ditch desperate charge, when finally, Faith reaches into her back pocket, and pulls out a little vile containing a yellowish liquid. She throws in at the remaing pocket of demons and they all dissolve.
"What the bloody hell was that?"
"Just a little gift from Andrew, I'll have to let him know it worked," Faith responds back to Spike. As she is slowly going over to her fallen slayers removing something from them.
"Why didn't you use it sooner. Could have saved us the little scuffle we just had."
"He didn't know how many it would work on. So, when I saw how close those guys were, I took the chance. Hoping it would remove some, if not all, cause I really didn't want to loose more girls."
Angel walks over to her. Extending his hand to her, "Faith, we couldn't have survived this without you. I am sorry for your loss. I wish that there was something we could have done to prevent it.
"Angel, its not your fault. Each one of us knew coming here, that we may not go back. None of these girls were forced to come, Willow told us how badly we would be outnumbered, and each girl volunteered."
"How did she know?"
"Bad dream. Early witchy warning system or something, broke all the plates and glasses in the place. I thought Andrew was going to have a stroke."
"Speaking of that snod," Spike interjected, after stopping Illyria from turning a blue looking demon into paste, "the last time we saw him, he was going out with...well, I mean...isn't he ...?:"
"No, he is not." Faith then walks over to the dragon and strikes a pose over it, pulling out her spear that brought it down.
"I am so going to mount this thing's head on my wall," she says with a grin, "anyways, where's Wes, I didn't expect him to back out on you like this."
"Wesley, didn't make it," Illyria responded coldly and devoid of emotion.
"Oh, that sucks..."
"He went out bravely. He went out fighting." The group gathers for a moment, as the rain continues to come down.
"Hey boss," Spike finally breaks the silence, "what do you say we get out of the weather?"
"Yeah, everyone, head towards the Hyperion." They slowly make their way out of the ally. Faith leading the way with her slayers behind her, they are carrying the bodies of their fallen comrades. Illyria follows them, carrying Gunn's body with her. Angel and Spike bring up the rear.
"Hell of a battle Angel. Didn't think we would make it there for awhile."
"Just another fight, and you know, we aren't done, that was just the opening round."
"A fight like that takes a lot out of a man, but, it was good to get the blood pumping again like that."
"Well Spike, I think we have a lot more like that coming. We aren't out of this yet."
"True, but for one night, we did take it to them. We killed them all, just like you wanted."
"Yeah." The two just set there, looking back down the ally, thinking about the cost of that battle. Knowing that Gunn and Wes had fallen and that Lorne was gone. Things weren't going to be the same.
"You know what though Spike?"
"Huh?"
"I still wanted to slay the dragon."
"I would call that picking up the 7-10 splint," Spike called out as he grabbed Angel's hand and helped him up.
"I thought it was good form," he replied as the two of them rushed the giant creature, tackling it, giving Faith the opportunity to behead it. The head rolls over by Illyria's feet and she reaches down and picks it up and uses the horn on the top of its head as a weapon, gouging it into a demon rushing her. Then turning to punch another one. Two jump at her, knocking her down. A couple of slayers rush over to stand between her and the demons. Illyria kips up, and then walks back towards the two demons how knocked her down. She shoves the two slayers out of her way to get at the demons, grabbing the skulls and smashing them together.
"Hey Angel," Faith asks, pointing at Illyria, "Pepsi Blue over there, is she one of ours, or one of theirs?"
"Ours."
"Kinda," Spike yells after him. At that moment, Illyria continues her berserker ways. Just running thru more and more demons. She is killing demons at a three to one tilt of everyone else. At the rage she is showing, it is entirely clear that she is a focused, demon-killing machine and she won't be stopped.
"Good to know," Faith marvels back while watching her. The battle continues. Demon bodies, and body parts are lying all over the ground. The cement has turned a shade of red, and green from all the blood spilt there. There are bodies of slayers on the ground as well. Not everyone Faith brought with her has survived. But they knew the cost of this battle. The demons make a last ditch desperate charge, when finally, Faith reaches into her back pocket, and pulls out a little vile containing a yellowish liquid. She throws in at the remaing pocket of demons and they all dissolve.
"What the bloody hell was that?"
"Just a little gift from Andrew, I'll have to let him know it worked," Faith responds back to Spike. As she is slowly going over to her fallen slayers removing something from them.
"Why didn't you use it sooner. Could have saved us the little scuffle we just had."
"He didn't know how many it would work on. So, when I saw how close those guys were, I took the chance. Hoping it would remove some, if not all, cause I really didn't want to loose more girls."
Angel walks over to her. Extending his hand to her, "Faith, we couldn't have survived this without you. I am sorry for your loss. I wish that there was something we could have done to prevent it.
"Angel, its not your fault. Each one of us knew coming here, that we may not go back. None of these girls were forced to come, Willow told us how badly we would be outnumbered, and each girl volunteered."
"How did she know?"
"Bad dream. Early witchy warning system or something, broke all the plates and glasses in the place. I thought Andrew was going to have a stroke."
"Speaking of that snod," Spike interjected, after stopping Illyria from turning a blue looking demon into paste, "the last time we saw him, he was going out with...well, I mean...isn't he ...?:"
"No, he is not." Faith then walks over to the dragon and strikes a pose over it, pulling out her spear that brought it down.
"I am so going to mount this thing's head on my wall," she says with a grin, "anyways, where's Wes, I didn't expect him to back out on you like this."
"Wesley, didn't make it," Illyria responded coldly and devoid of emotion.
"Oh, that sucks..."
"He went out bravely. He went out fighting." The group gathers for a moment, as the rain continues to come down.
"Hey boss," Spike finally breaks the silence, "what do you say we get out of the weather?"
"Yeah, everyone, head towards the Hyperion." They slowly make their way out of the ally. Faith leading the way with her slayers behind her, they are carrying the bodies of their fallen comrades. Illyria follows them, carrying Gunn's body with her. Angel and Spike bring up the rear.
"Hell of a battle Angel. Didn't think we would make it there for awhile."
"Just another fight, and you know, we aren't done, that was just the opening round."
"A fight like that takes a lot out of a man, but, it was good to get the blood pumping again like that."
"Well Spike, I think we have a lot more like that coming. We aren't out of this yet."
"True, but for one night, we did take it to them. We killed them all, just like you wanted."
"Yeah." The two just set there, looking back down the ally, thinking about the cost of that battle. Knowing that Gunn and Wes had fallen and that Lorne was gone. Things weren't going to be the same.
"You know what though Spike?"
"Huh?"
"I still wanted to slay the dragon."