Apophis, Baltar, Cylons and Jaffa, 8:00-8:15 PM
"It's the only plan," Adama agreed, turning to this Colonials, "Aim and Fire."
The Colonials fired into the Cylons, moving away as the Jaffa returned fire. Apophis ordered his combined force to pursue, anticipating victory and a free hand against this pathetic world.
"Kill them now! Advance!" the false god demanded, exhorting his minions forward across the street and through the brush and into an alley way of some merchant shops.
Five minutes passed and the rate of fire nearly ceased as animals lunged into the midst of the Jaffa, tearing tendons and forcing an end to their pursuit as four teens with swords pressed through to neutralize the leader.
The false god backed away toward a doorway, turning his ribbon device first towards them, then the door to assure his escape. Tor and Ronda went crashing into the wall, bones breaking but their quickenings already began responding as Kyle lunged after Apophis with Magnus behind him.
Adam looked in wonder as Rory Harris stopped the car in the school parking lot as many vehicles were burning and more vampires were engaged in fighting commandos of some sort. Adam alighted from the vehicle and feeling the blood-call of the Gathering raced into the midst of the carnage, sensing an easy dozen whirling without regard to challenge on the other side, most of them familiar to him from Watchers archives. Swords flying the disreputable if not downright evil Immortals hurled themselves at a frenzy, hacking and even beheading in the next few minutes. The vampires exploded from the lightning and the mercenary survivors. Humans died, Immortals fell and suddenly with only a few left in range, the berserk compulsion stopped and as the power flooded into Methos, he fell to the ground in exhaustion and pain. Spike from the vantage point of his bus, looked at this minions, and then to the driver.
"Bugger this, call everyone, we're headin' back to LA, I don't rightly feel like being zapped like a bug if I kill one of these blokes."
The Knights of Byzantium, 8:00-8:15 PM
The knights rested and regrouped, checked in and took stock of their situation when a dizzying wave of nausea passed through them and they watched as many young soldiers who'd joined up with them in the heat of battle transformed into confused and worried young teens, uncertain.
"Hold up, Abelard, I believe the threat may be ebbing, be on your guard, but we'll give it a few extra minutes before proceeding."
SHS Library, 8:00-8:15 PM
Sreem and the remaining Dark Forcers took the pause in the fight, yelling to Jade to break out the rear and support 'Our Emperor Vader' as he himself lunged at the faltering Ramirez and Connor Macleod, taking them by surprise.
Ramirez with sword and light saber barely held off the blows of the attacking admiral, Connor taking a painful Force-enhanced kick in the arm that broke it as it then threw him into a wall atop the wounded appendage. Ramirez and Sreem circled as the other Jedi and Immortals began pressing the Hands, avoiding contact as the two main protagonists displayed great agility and acrobatic grace. Books on the second level burned from glancing blows, then on the first floor others dodged as the two ran along the walls perpendicular to the floor, a deep growl inside of Ramirez beginning to worry Sreem as they landed atop the just-closing Hell Mouth, light sabers clashing with the extra use of Force behind it and as each instinctively in the lingering presence of dead Jedi powered Force Lightning for killing blows as the chaos magic swept throughout the town.
The fighters within the library regained themselves, faltering then staggering back from the enormity of the night, but Alexander and Warren flung lightning at each other canceling it out as the slight wavering in the Force caused them to choose acrobatic retreats then lunged back…lighter sabers still active as they continued their fight, jumping up to the shelves for vantage and for nearly five more minutes managing to keep up the momentum as the new reality set it, Ramirez using the ribbon device captured from Kronos to stun Warren enough to pause the fight as they landed atop a shattered desk and chair.
"Warren, stop fighting me, we're not them!" Xander called out to the other young man, "Stand down!"
"What's going on Harris! And why should I stop, this power is real now!"
"Yes, and you know the Sith bodies rot from use of the Dark Side, and we don't know how long it will keep up."
"Okay, Harris, a truce for now…"
Battle for Sunnydale Police Department, 8:00-8:15PM
The police were quick to switch to tending of the wounded and dying instead of asking questions as the remaining Immortals recovered and realized the loss of their friends, and the need to get out of the street. Gathering and supporting each other, they began to make their way down the sidewalk in the direct of the Gathering…
Ethan's Costume Shoppe, 8:15 PM
The rear door of the shop blew open, a costumed figure running in, a sneer on his face as he interrupted Ethan and Sahjhan's entertainment. The demon stood, taking a ribbon blast to the chest. Ethan realized that his life depended on quick action, so he pushed Sahjhan into the bust of Janus, both exploding from the mixture of Chaos and Temporal magics.
"Not exactly how I'd planned to end my evenin…" the troublemaker commented as the darkly-dressed teen raced through the shop and out into the street beyond, door slamming behind him.
Somewhere over Ventura
"I don't feel my Key! Ahh!"