A/N: Hello everyone, sorry its taken me so long to update but.... um I've been busy. Do you forggggggivvvee me?
Anyway on with the story....
DISTANT EVIL
The sounds of battle reached Buffy's slayer sensitive ears, as she sprinted up the grassy slump. The sound of dieing cries, and the growls of unknown beast beckoned over the rise. Off in the distance Buffy spotted the group of women and children, fleeing from the fight. For the first time she wondered if she should have gone with them, especially since she had no idea what she was going up against. The slayer part of her shrugged the thought off, she couldn't run, not when those that had been so kind to her were busy fighting for their lives and she could do something to help.
She reached the top of the hill, hazel eyes narrowing as she took in the scene before her. Large beast creatures that look like a cross between a wolf and a bear leapt around killing both men and horses with its massive jaws.
She scanned the ground for a weapon, when her slayer instinct suddenly kicked in and Buffy drop to the ground and rolled, as one of the massive beasts leapt over her head. She flipped to her feet, dropping into the slayer-fighting stance. The thing stalked her, head down as it snarled.
Suddenly the warg lunched it's at her, forcing Buffy the dive out the way. She felt hot breath waft across her neck, as the beast turned its head to bit her. She spun around quickly and decked it. The warg throw its head back snorting loudly through its abused nose. Movement out of the corner of Buffy's eye caused her to duck, as the unmistakable swish of a sword sounded. She stumbled backwards, looking up at the thing that had almost taken her head off.
"Eeew," she sounded, wrinkling her nose at the sight. Perch atop the beast, sat a...thing. Its leather clothing, looked worn and old where it appeared under its dark armour. Its skin was a dull black colour, looking as dry and as worn as its leather clothing.
"What the hell are you?" Buffy muttered, was this an orc she'd heard others talk about? It seemed to fit the description. The orc snarled at her, revealing yellow rooting teeth.
"You gonna fight me on top of the that thing," Buffy leered attempting to get a more common ground between her and the orc especially since she had no weapon. "Your to scared to fight me on the ground ain'tcha."
It was a risking ploy but it appeared to be working as the orc, growled at her angrily or maybe that was laughing. Either way a reaching was better than none. It jumped down from it seat, running at Buffy like a mad thing. She leapt into the air giving it a sharp kick to the head. The orc stumbled back surprised, yet moved back towards her. This time she dropped sweeping its legs out beneath him. With A thud it landed on its back and Buffy stomped on it neck crushing its vertebra. A growl sounded before her and Buffy head snapped up watching as the now rider-less warg began to circle her. She reached down snatching a dagger from the head orc belt, standing she flipped the blade over then throw it at the snarling warg. It pasted its large fangs striking the back of its throat, it choked stumbling slightly, shaking its head in a futile effect to dislodge the blade, before collapsing to the ground dead.
She turned to the rest of the battle, searching for another enemy.
***
The repetitive pounding almost overloaded Faith's sensitive ears. Her head lolled slightly, as her dark eyes flicker open trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Her eyes widened as she looked through her flipping hair. She was slung across what looked like a dragon. She glanced to her right out the corner of her eye, attempting to keep movement to a minimum. The creature tossed its long neck around, letting loose a roar. Looking back at the ground she watch plains of grass glide beneath her.
Quickly she check the condition, her brief dance with unconsciousness had felt her slightly lightheaded, but physical she was fine. Something was digging into her stomach, and she glanced around to see what and why. She positioned across the front of a saddle, her hand instinctively gripping at the girth to steady herself.
The dark haired slayer twisted herself around slightly looking up. A black-cloaked figure sat atop the beast's saddle. Faith dark eyes widened as she remember the creature from on top of the tower. The wizard guys words. 'His sent for you'. Faith had no idea who he was, yet she had a feeling that she really didn't want to meet him. Which meant having to pull something dangerous and probably incredibly stupid. But hey, Faith thought, s'pose anything would be better then goin' into the lair of another worlds big bad.
Rearing up suddenly she belted the cloaked creature across its head, before following through with a rather awkward kick trying to regain her balance. The thing was knocked backwards, surprised by the rash attack. It pulled harshly on the flying creatures rains, causing them to turn sharply and dive at the ground. Off balanced Faith was thrown to the side, she snatched a hold around the flying things neck. Large clawed legs reached for her under the demon. She kicked them away, before looking at the ground and letting go.
Grunting she landed, turning herself into a roll using it the take most of the force. She crouched, watching the thing circle over head. Faith took the moment to survey her surrounds, during the fight the fields of grass had been replayed by a slow thickening forest. Backing into a relieved grin she broke into a sprint for the cover of the trees. She felt a gust of wind whip past her as the creature dived over her. It ascended, before turning back and circling. She ducked next to a tree, beneath the cover of thick foliage. Above a shrill scream split the air, before silence descended.
Faith sighed into relief slumping against the tree, closing her eyes. The sound of movement caught her attention and her eyes snapped open, focusing on the sword tip hovering in front of her face.
***
The sword felt good in Buffy's hand, she'd picked it up off one of the fallen Rohan soldiers. She danced out of the way of a charging warg glad to have turned down Eowyn offer of a dress, before leaping slightly and decapitating the orc perched on top of it. She spun the sword turn, burying it deeply in the wargs ribs, before viciously slashing it across. The beast fall skidding to a stop dead, and Buffy was already looking for another target.
She picked up a dropped spear and sent it like a javelin into the side of an orc as it rode past. Before swinging her sword around, and slicing, almost taking the wargs head off. "Three down," Buffy said, "Who's next?"
TBC
A/N: I hope that makes up for not posting in while, ;)
Anyway on with the story....
DISTANT EVIL
The sounds of battle reached Buffy's slayer sensitive ears, as she sprinted up the grassy slump. The sound of dieing cries, and the growls of unknown beast beckoned over the rise. Off in the distance Buffy spotted the group of women and children, fleeing from the fight. For the first time she wondered if she should have gone with them, especially since she had no idea what she was going up against. The slayer part of her shrugged the thought off, she couldn't run, not when those that had been so kind to her were busy fighting for their lives and she could do something to help.
She reached the top of the hill, hazel eyes narrowing as she took in the scene before her. Large beast creatures that look like a cross between a wolf and a bear leapt around killing both men and horses with its massive jaws.
She scanned the ground for a weapon, when her slayer instinct suddenly kicked in and Buffy drop to the ground and rolled, as one of the massive beasts leapt over her head. She flipped to her feet, dropping into the slayer-fighting stance. The thing stalked her, head down as it snarled.
Suddenly the warg lunched it's at her, forcing Buffy the dive out the way. She felt hot breath waft across her neck, as the beast turned its head to bit her. She spun around quickly and decked it. The warg throw its head back snorting loudly through its abused nose. Movement out of the corner of Buffy's eye caused her to duck, as the unmistakable swish of a sword sounded. She stumbled backwards, looking up at the thing that had almost taken her head off.
"Eeew," she sounded, wrinkling her nose at the sight. Perch atop the beast, sat a...thing. Its leather clothing, looked worn and old where it appeared under its dark armour. Its skin was a dull black colour, looking as dry and as worn as its leather clothing.
"What the hell are you?" Buffy muttered, was this an orc she'd heard others talk about? It seemed to fit the description. The orc snarled at her, revealing yellow rooting teeth.
"You gonna fight me on top of the that thing," Buffy leered attempting to get a more common ground between her and the orc especially since she had no weapon. "Your to scared to fight me on the ground ain'tcha."
It was a risking ploy but it appeared to be working as the orc, growled at her angrily or maybe that was laughing. Either way a reaching was better than none. It jumped down from it seat, running at Buffy like a mad thing. She leapt into the air giving it a sharp kick to the head. The orc stumbled back surprised, yet moved back towards her. This time she dropped sweeping its legs out beneath him. With A thud it landed on its back and Buffy stomped on it neck crushing its vertebra. A growl sounded before her and Buffy head snapped up watching as the now rider-less warg began to circle her. She reached down snatching a dagger from the head orc belt, standing she flipped the blade over then throw it at the snarling warg. It pasted its large fangs striking the back of its throat, it choked stumbling slightly, shaking its head in a futile effect to dislodge the blade, before collapsing to the ground dead.
She turned to the rest of the battle, searching for another enemy.
***
The repetitive pounding almost overloaded Faith's sensitive ears. Her head lolled slightly, as her dark eyes flicker open trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. Her eyes widened as she looked through her flipping hair. She was slung across what looked like a dragon. She glanced to her right out the corner of her eye, attempting to keep movement to a minimum. The creature tossed its long neck around, letting loose a roar. Looking back at the ground she watch plains of grass glide beneath her.
Quickly she check the condition, her brief dance with unconsciousness had felt her slightly lightheaded, but physical she was fine. Something was digging into her stomach, and she glanced around to see what and why. She positioned across the front of a saddle, her hand instinctively gripping at the girth to steady herself.
The dark haired slayer twisted herself around slightly looking up. A black-cloaked figure sat atop the beast's saddle. Faith dark eyes widened as she remember the creature from on top of the tower. The wizard guys words. 'His sent for you'. Faith had no idea who he was, yet she had a feeling that she really didn't want to meet him. Which meant having to pull something dangerous and probably incredibly stupid. But hey, Faith thought, s'pose anything would be better then goin' into the lair of another worlds big bad.
Rearing up suddenly she belted the cloaked creature across its head, before following through with a rather awkward kick trying to regain her balance. The thing was knocked backwards, surprised by the rash attack. It pulled harshly on the flying creatures rains, causing them to turn sharply and dive at the ground. Off balanced Faith was thrown to the side, she snatched a hold around the flying things neck. Large clawed legs reached for her under the demon. She kicked them away, before looking at the ground and letting go.
Grunting she landed, turning herself into a roll using it the take most of the force. She crouched, watching the thing circle over head. Faith took the moment to survey her surrounds, during the fight the fields of grass had been replayed by a slow thickening forest. Backing into a relieved grin she broke into a sprint for the cover of the trees. She felt a gust of wind whip past her as the creature dived over her. It ascended, before turning back and circling. She ducked next to a tree, beneath the cover of thick foliage. Above a shrill scream split the air, before silence descended.
Faith sighed into relief slumping against the tree, closing her eyes. The sound of movement caught her attention and her eyes snapped open, focusing on the sword tip hovering in front of her face.
***
The sword felt good in Buffy's hand, she'd picked it up off one of the fallen Rohan soldiers. She danced out of the way of a charging warg glad to have turned down Eowyn offer of a dress, before leaping slightly and decapitating the orc perched on top of it. She spun the sword turn, burying it deeply in the wargs ribs, before viciously slashing it across. The beast fall skidding to a stop dead, and Buffy was already looking for another target.
She picked up a dropped spear and sent it like a javelin into the side of an orc as it rode past. Before swinging her sword around, and slicing, almost taking the wargs head off. "Three down," Buffy said, "Who's next?"
TBC
A/N: I hope that makes up for not posting in while, ;)