Chapter Four
Buffy/Troy/(Highlander) x-over
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I have no beta so any error in grammar or spelling is my own.
A/N: Thank you all for hanging with me on this. Here is a little to show that I have not completely forgotten you. I am going to try my best to finish this story but I make no promises on a time-line. I am also going to be redoing the previous chapters to make them a flow a little better.
"The gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment may be our last." - Achilles (Troy)
Athanaius' eyes widened slightly as his blade slid easily through muscle, striking bone instead of steel. Before he could withdraw his weapon out of the Slayer, she wrenched the wounding blade from her shoulder, and his grip, with her bare hand. Dropping her opponent's blade, she dismisses him from her mind and any who met her gaze would have seen the shift from battle heat to killing cold. Her opponent stood frozen for only a fraction of a moment but in that instant, the Slayer shed herself of her shield and leaped the arena fence as though it were nothing. The crowd, having barely begun to process the match coming to an end, had no time to react to the sprinting Slayer, forcing her to weave her way through the gathered throng. A mere heartbeat behind her, Athanaius gathered up his sword and followed.
Buffy slid to her knees in the sand next the prone form of Xander, with Athanaius drawing up a few feet behind her, sword held loose but ready, eyes scanning for the as yet unexplained source of the feminine scream. Even as she began to check him for wounds, the dark-haired young man moaned.
"Xander? Xander, can you hear me?"
Xander gingerly put a hand to his head.
"Yeah. I'm here, Buff. I'm…"
Xander jack-knifed into a sitting position, nearly cracking Buffy in the jaw in the process.
"Dawn! They took Dawn!"