There are too many of them. The disgusting unnatural things. As she cast her remaining spell on the kobolds she knew they would never survive this. The cleric was already out of spells and all that remained to the mage was his infernal Wand of Wonder. The two rangers lay dying a few yards away and she couldn't even get to them. There seem to be hundreds of the things.
"Where did they come from? How did we not hear them?" the cleric murmured, almost too quietly for her to hear.
Her Entangle spell goes off, and most of the kobolds are caught, but to her deep chagrin the mage has been caught in the writhing vines as well. As she curses to herself the mage raises his wand again. He screams out the unintelligible command word and for a moment everything stops. The air itself seems to slow down and then, just as suddenly, it all goes normal again. At first it seems as though there would be no effect, until she hears a kobold scream. She takes a single step back in fear, when unexpectedly she feels a strange sucking on her entire body.
The world went dark and silvery. There was no sound. She could feel herself being pulled and pushed and battered by the, whatever-it-was around her. Abruptly it stopped. She fell backwards onto a hard wooden floor, and Fidget, her raccoon jumped from her shoulder. She heard voices exclaiming behind her and rolled over, feeling very weak. There were people there, many people. Dressed very strangely. A dark haired man came closer to her and she looked up into his face. "Help me..." She whispered, and promptly passed out.
Xander looked down at the woman in the middle of the floor. A minute ago she had fallen through a huge hole in, well, in the air. The moment she had fallen a raccoon had jumped off her shoulder and he was now curled up in a corner of the room yammering at them. Xander looked over at Buffy.
"Buff, help me get her over to the couch, please."
With Buffy's help he carefully carried her to the couch and laid her on it. Willow came over and gazed down at her face.
"She looks young, like our age, wonder what happened to her?"
Xander looked down at his hands and noticed they were covered in blood. "Dammit she's bleeding!" He quickly looked her over trying to find the source of the blood. "Dawn, get me the First Aid kit, quick!"
Dawn raced into the bathroom and was back just as Xander found the wound. A small hole in her side was bleeding profusely. He rummaged through the First Aid kit until he found what he needed. He looked up at Buffy about to speak, but she simply handed him the scissors he had been about to ask for without a word. Xander slowly cut apart the woman's shirt around the hole; he needed to get a good look at the cut. As he saw the extent of the damage, he hissed. As gently as possible he cleaned the wound clearing away excess blood and a few splintered pieces of wood. Then he pressed a bandage over the cut wincing when she moaned in her sleep. He looked up at Buffy. "I think she'll be okay. Whoever she is."
Buffy nodded and smiled "Great job Xan."
The raccoon that had been on her shoulder, shambled over to where the woman was laying on the couch. He lightly jumped up beside her and began to pat her shoulder, curiously. When she didn't awaken, he simply curled up next to her and promptly fell asleep.
"Where did they come from? How did we not hear them?" the cleric murmured, almost too quietly for her to hear.
Her Entangle spell goes off, and most of the kobolds are caught, but to her deep chagrin the mage has been caught in the writhing vines as well. As she curses to herself the mage raises his wand again. He screams out the unintelligible command word and for a moment everything stops. The air itself seems to slow down and then, just as suddenly, it all goes normal again. At first it seems as though there would be no effect, until she hears a kobold scream. She takes a single step back in fear, when unexpectedly she feels a strange sucking on her entire body.
The world went dark and silvery. There was no sound. She could feel herself being pulled and pushed and battered by the, whatever-it-was around her. Abruptly it stopped. She fell backwards onto a hard wooden floor, and Fidget, her raccoon jumped from her shoulder. She heard voices exclaiming behind her and rolled over, feeling very weak. There were people there, many people. Dressed very strangely. A dark haired man came closer to her and she looked up into his face. "Help me..." She whispered, and promptly passed out.
Xander looked down at the woman in the middle of the floor. A minute ago she had fallen through a huge hole in, well, in the air. The moment she had fallen a raccoon had jumped off her shoulder and he was now curled up in a corner of the room yammering at them. Xander looked over at Buffy.
"Buff, help me get her over to the couch, please."
With Buffy's help he carefully carried her to the couch and laid her on it. Willow came over and gazed down at her face.
"She looks young, like our age, wonder what happened to her?"
Xander looked down at his hands and noticed they were covered in blood. "Dammit she's bleeding!" He quickly looked her over trying to find the source of the blood. "Dawn, get me the First Aid kit, quick!"
Dawn raced into the bathroom and was back just as Xander found the wound. A small hole in her side was bleeding profusely. He rummaged through the First Aid kit until he found what he needed. He looked up at Buffy about to speak, but she simply handed him the scissors he had been about to ask for without a word. Xander slowly cut apart the woman's shirt around the hole; he needed to get a good look at the cut. As he saw the extent of the damage, he hissed. As gently as possible he cleaned the wound clearing away excess blood and a few splintered pieces of wood. Then he pressed a bandage over the cut wincing when she moaned in her sleep. He looked up at Buffy. "I think she'll be okay. Whoever she is."
Buffy nodded and smiled "Great job Xan."
The raccoon that had been on her shoulder, shambled over to where the woman was laying on the couch. He lightly jumped up beside her and began to pat her shoulder, curiously. When she didn't awaken, he simply curled up next to her and promptly fell asleep.