"We're going in."
Nobody moved. "Uh, Buff? We're already inside."
"Well that makes it more convenient then. What the hell do I look like, a rocket scientist? Just go!"
As promised, deeper in the cave they came upon a number of vampires patrolling in front of a heavy door. They hid behind a boulder.
"Does that woman have a flamethrower?" Willow asked. Andrew handed her a set of binoculars from his backpack. It was a flamerthrower - and it didn't have a safety. "Take it easy guys. I've got this one," she said. Willow centered her mind on the trigger and gave a little mental push. A split second later the two vampires to the flamethrower's left spontaneously combusted and moments later most of the rest caught on fire. How ironic.
"You flicked the switch! That was just like Spaceballs!" squealed Andrew. "You are soooo cool."
"Ummm... Spaceballs? Cool?" pondered Buffy. "Never mind. Gotta fight now," she said, vaulting over the boulder, sword blade flashing orange in the torchlight. Within seconds the remaining vampires were dust and ash. "Someone should complain to the flamethrower company. Someone could get hurt with that thing."
The quick and flamey demise of the vampire guards gave Andrew a hassle-free opportunity to disable the security system, which he completed successfully in very little time. Buffy and Willow looked at him like he had grown another head. Andrew? Useful? "Who are you and what have you done with Andrew?"
"Hey, I can be useful and competent. I've done lots of great things before. I have skills. I have experience. I'm courageous... I'm... I... Fuck you all."
"Well, looks like you've finally grown a pair. We're proud of you," said Buffy. She led them through the dark passage to the inner sanctum. They turned the corner and ran headlong into something. Something with nasty, sharp, pointy teeth.
"Run away!" yelled Andrew in pure terror. So much for growing a pair. Buffy and Willow followed in a more dignified manner, but they found themselves hunkered down behind cover as a platoon of mercineries joined the beast and began to open fire with automatic weapons.
"FN MAG. Very high quality gun. It's Belgian," explained Andrew, as he checked his underwear.
"I prefer the chocolate," replied Buffy. "So what do we do against so many guys with so many guns?"
"How about that fireball thing you almost killed us with?" supplied Andrew, who was thankfully still mostly dry.
"Ummm... okay... Some bad memories there. Just give me a moment to focus myself..." Willow stated nervously. She wasn't at all comfortable with the request, one step away as it was from darkness and world ending destruction and spawned from her most painful personal tragedy. She took a deep breath. "Okay... Focus. Yeah, focus..." She closed her eyes and tried to put her spiralling mind at peace. Slowly her primal thoughts began subsiding and she felt her control start to coalesce into a vibrant aura around her.
"Don't worry, Will. I'm here for you," said Buffy at exactly the wrong time. Then she put her hand on Willow's shoulder! Willow's control pretty much went into the crapper, her perfectly centered mind centering instead on just where else Buffy could put that hand.
The fireball erupted forth from Willow's body and smashed into the rock wall behind them, showering them in molten slag.
"What the fuck?! What happened?"
"I - I just lost it there. I'm sorry, I'm not comfortable with attack spells like that. Still reeling a bit from the homicidal phase. I can do you a nice protection spell. Protection from missiles or something like that. Stop the bullets."
"Willow, you're acting all D&D right now. That is sooooo cool!" exclaimed a lovestruck Andrew. "Marry me?" Bless you, Andrew. That's one person in this group who's attracted to Willow from this assignment - even if it is for extremely nerdly reasons.
"Quiet down, lovebirds. Will, can you do the spell? Yes? Good." Buffy steeled herself for her assault. "Ready?" Willow nodded. "Attack!"