AN: This is a one shot, I'm not planning on continuing this. Those of you who read 8-bit D&D ought to recognize this scenario though.

Xander smiled to himself as he managed to get a costume for really cheap, not to mention one that he liked. A blue cloak and a pointed yellow cap that together concealed his face. He couldn't meet the others at Buffy's house like he had planned due to some last minute problems with the way things were going on, namely his parents made him run off to grab some candy because they had forgotten.

He slipped through the crowd, next to Buffy and Willow, just to say hi before the troll, but he was away quickly, the night was calm, something that set off his nerves.

Suddenly he felt odd, and blacked out.

Moments later, Black Mage awoke on the streets, and he was in a bad mood.

"Where am I?" he practically hissed.

Spotting the monsters who would dare threaten him, he chuckled, "Well, this could be fun!"

The spell caster collected energy and practically cackled.

"HA-DO-KEN!" he roared, and a brief flash of light shot from his hands as the arcane mystic dove for cover, the monsters pausing for a moment before a mushroom cloud began to form, Black Mage running for his life as the awesome carnage followed him.

Ethan Rayne smiled at the chaos, but he saw a blue and yellow streak flash past, prompting him to turn and blink, recognizing it as one of the costumes he had sold, then turning to see what had spooked the being.

"That's odd, the spell book said nothing about atomic detonations," he managed to whisper before the blast ripped through his store.

The mage stopped on a rise, with the few other survivors of the blast, now as Xander once more, and tripped over the robes.

"Xander what the hell happened?" Buffy yelled at him, "You nearly killed us all!"

"Well," he responded, "You can't make an omelet without...blowing up the hellmouth...now...can you?"