Slayer Hunting
Part 3 Of Visionary
by Chaoseternus

Chapter 19: Attack

Buffy grimaced as she saw the two men fall in front of her, cut down by the supersoldiers energy weapon. They hadn't survived long enough to kill the supersoldier, a pity, but they had at least provided distraction enough that…

Buffy felt resistance, her sword slowing despite the mighty force she had put behind its swing, then it was through, the head of the warrior falling to the ground at her feet, followed mere moments later by its body.

She could kill the warrior, job done…

Buffy danced backwards, cursing, okay, job not done, more supersoldiers lying in wait, hiding, just utterly perfect.

Still… these guys weren't quite so good, maybe she could get them on her lonesome…

A racket sounded behind her, bullets spraying the warriors, doing nothing to damage them or even distract them.

Shaking her head, Buffy leapt forward, hoping that the soldiers behind her were watching her movements very carefully, she didn't think getting shot would be a good thing, certainly not here and now. Wasn't even much fun the first time.

Perhaps luck was with her or perhaps her soldiers were just that good, but whilst bullets continued to fly past her, none of them actually hit or grazed the blonde warrior as she raced towards Anubis's warriors.

And then she was amongst them, the slayer within crying out its joy as Buffy danced a deadly dance, sword swinging and bodies dropping, often minus heads.

A form joined her, sword flashing though not so fast or expertly.

She glanced across, smiling slightly as she caught the determined, proud expression on Xanders face.

Xander might not be the best or most capable warrior to have at your back but Buffy knew she could trust him with her back.

She shifted, concentrating more on slaying and a little less on her six.

O'Neill nearly dropped his P-90 as he gazed in shock and more then a little horror as the bloody, battered forms of the two dead warriors breathed again, gasping, pulling air swiftly into their lungs.

They were dead, they had been dead…

Okay, he had to admit to himself; that was impressive. He had seen similar things before but usually alien technology was involved and he had a pretty solid idea none of that was involved here.

'Nifty,' he breathed, then strode forward, weapon raised as he closed upon the fight, watching edgily for signs of ambush or reinforcements.

"You dead?" Duncan asked with a groan, rising carefully, somewhat pained, to his feet.

He glared as Methos rolled his eyes, "yea man"

"Come on Old Man," Duncan shook his head, "we've a fight to join"

Methos glanced across appraisingly, "doesn't look like we're needed"

Duncan frowned, then grinned, "Slayer I bet"

"Slayer?"

"Old Man," Duncan asked, striding towards the fight, ignoring the shocked, shaken glances from the soldiers and witches, "you've been alive thousands of years. Surely you know what a slayer is"

"Of course," Methos grimaced, "but I don't know which class of slayer you mean, perhaps you would enlighten me?"

Duncan grinned, not believing it for a moment and a little smug at finally having known something important that the old man didn't.

"Oh, just a legend…"

"So," Buffy asked casually as the two men strode up besides her, swiftly decapitating a trio of supersoldiers, "weren't you dead?"

"Yep," Duncan grinned as he swung once more, cutting the weapon hand right off an enemy warrior, "trust me, it's not all its cracked up to be"

Buffy winced, "doubly so if you have to dig your way out of your own grave"

Duncan shot her a startled look, the distraction allowing a bolt to graze his shoulder. Cursing, he turned back into the fight, his senses confirming that whatever else she might be, Buffy wasn't an immortal, so how had she had to dig her way out of her own grave?

Vowing to ask her about it, assuming their was a later, Duncan swung his sword, and misjudged, the sword passing right through the head of a warrior, causing an annoyed 'ew' to sound from besides him as Buffy found herself splattered with blood and brains.

Shrugging his soldiers apologetically, Duncan glanced around, glad to see that the last of this lot of supersoldiers were dead and gone.

"Did you have to do that?"

"Sorry," he replied, muffling a chuckle, "I misjudged"

"Yes, well," Buffy grumbled, "I'll 'misjudge' your arse later for you for that. Do you know how hard it is to get blood and gore out of clothes?"

"Yes," Duncan shrugged, "usually I don't bother, I just go out and buy replacements"

Buffy grinned, bouncing on her heels, "cool, that'll do nicely, thanks"

Duncan gazed at her shocked as the Slayer kissed him swiftly on the cheek then turned grinning away, racing along the corridors looking for something else to slay.

"What just happened?" he asked bewildered.

Grinning, Methos glanced at his friend, "I believe you just volunteered to take a teenage girl clothes shopping"

Duncan blanched, "take my head now, please! It'll be a mercy killing"

Chuckling, but making a mental note of the 'take my head', O'Neill came up behind the two, gently shoving them in the direction Buffy had gone.