The Warlord looked around at the assembled teens with barely contained disgust; here were a handful of adolescent teens with little to no training and they attempted to fight a demonic entity in a location of ITS choosing.
Swearing to himself the warlord looked them over again before having his attention drawn to the four new faces coming in from the kitchen.
The first was the blonde he had saved earlier; she had an air of arrogance about her that set off warning bells for the warlord.
The second was an older British man with a tainted feel of old magic and older knowledge. Smiling to himself and the warlord realized he had much to do with the survival of those gathered here.
The third was also the youngest of the new arrivals; the young teen had a feeling of family with the blond, even as she radiated alien energy and New' blood that confused him.
The final to exit was a young man with a touch of darkness on his soul.
Stepping forward he nodded to the older man. "We have need of your assistance to open the Hellmouth."
The Warlord watched as the blonde stared at him for a second before she started to laugh. "Well at least I don't have to chase you all over town to slay you." She said before picking up a sword.
The Warlord glanced at the short blonde for a second before shrugging. "I wasn't talking to you, I need the slayer's help to open the Hellmouth." He repeated as he looked back at the others. "If you will please tell me where she is we will be on our way."
He was cut off by the blonde. "HEY, I already said I'm not going anywhere with you." She shouted as she moved through the crowded teens.
Staring at the small blond for a moment the Warlord sighed before shifting out his senses in search of the slayer.
(First General.)
The General moved around the house as she tried to gauge the defensives capabilities when a slight breeze brought a warning and a command from the warlord.
The blonde is hostile, do NOT engage. Find and defend the Slayer.
Stopping to think on it for a second the General jumped and got a grip on the roof before pulling herself up.
Walking around she looked in the windows until she finally caught sight of the dark haired slayer as she talked to a balding man in a suit. Looking closer for a second she sent a message back to the Warlord before slipping into the house. Slayer found, Specter is attacking her, moving to engage.
(Second General.)
The General patrolled the outside perimeter as he silenced his disgust at the inhabitants of the house.
Here they were in the middle of a conflict and they had no patrols, no sentinels and no defensive constructs.
Moving through the grass he listened to the Warlord's warning to the first general before continuing his patrol.
Even a small detachment could get right next to there barracks before they were seen.he thought in disgust again before moving off to see to the rear defenses.
He knew an attack was going to happen soon and he needed to know where everyone was going to be needed.
(Third General.)
She stood in the room in silence as she realized how little it had changed since she was last here.
Idly rubbing the bullet wound Tara listened as the other generals' thoughts as they tried to support their warlord in the way they were best suited.
Her musing was cut short as a crash from the hallway and a mental yell from the First general warned her she was needed.
Turning towards the crash she came face to face with a familiar redhead as she exited the connected bathroom in a rush.
(Fourth General.)
Fighting, that was all he was good at now.
Once he had been good at something else, he knew he had been.
But in the last couple hundred years he had forgotten bits and pieces of his life until he only knew one thing.
The fighting.
Sneaking up on the corpse had been easy as he slipped into the shadows and approached the blond vampire.
(Spike)
Spike grinned as he puffed on the cigarette, he had everything he wanted.
Blood, true it wasn't the freshest stuff he could have gotten but the bagged kind didn't lose much of the flavor. A spot of violence to keep life interesting, and the Slayer.
Grinning again he crushed the cigarette and turned towards the house and his world exploded in pain as he felt something impact his jaw and shatter it like glass as his head snapped around. Idly he noted the sound of his neck snapping before the world blinked off like a television and he was allowed to black out completely.
(First General.)
She listened to the conversation between the slayer and the specter as she tried to gage wither or not to intercede.
"Hey I get a meeting from the grateful dead on my first night back? I'm touched really." Faith growled as she rolled out of bed and glared at her old boss.
"Come on, deep down, you always wanted Buffy to accept you, to love you even. Why do you think that is?"
"You a shrink now?" Faith challenged as the General moved towards the specter from the shadows of the closed door as it started to pace.
"You keep looking for love and acceptance from these people, these friends of yours, but you're never gonna find it. The truth is, nobody will ever love you. Not the way I…" with a scream it's taunting was cut short as the general shoved her claws into the incorporeal shadow's head and started to force her way into its spirit.
With a surge of will the shadow forced its way back in control before disappearing in a wink of light.
Opening her eyes the general saw the fist a moment to late to avoid it.
As it impacted she felt herself lifted off the ground before she slammed into the door behind her and tumbled into the hallway.
