200 word drabble: Speaking Demon
Characters: Faith, Wesley
Disclaimer: Me own nada. They all go to Joss Whedon.
Left. Right. Kick to the legs. Spin, punch to the nose. Broken bones and the warm ooze of blood against her skin. Hiss of dagger being taken out of a sheath, slash to the right while delivering a roundhouse kick to the unfortunate victim on her left. Placing her hands on the shoulders of the demon in front of her, she vaulted herself up, somersaulting in the air and landed on the ground behind the demon and swiped her foot at it's legs, falling it. She took out her dagger and pierced it's heart, then kicked the demon coming at her from behind. Cool metal slid out of stinky demon flesh with a wet, slurping sound and she stood, not even breathing hard, green ooze dripping from her being, a dark smile curling her lips, baring too white teeth. She stalked towards the last two remaining demons with a devilish light in her eyes and they actually looked scared.
"Want to play, boys?" she purred, then burst into action before they could say anything. Not that she would understand, anyway. She didn't speak Norlack demon. Pylean, maybe. Norlack, no.
"Alright, Faith?" Wesley called out. Faith nodded.
"Five by five, Wes."