The teams were patrolling all over the edge of the transported section. Each team was ordered to keep the others in sight and to assist if there was another incursion. So far it had been a quiet, starlit night.

"Team 7 reporting. It's a quiet night," Said the team leader, reporting in as ordered. His team was assigned to the side where the port and ocean beach used to be. Now it was just a salt water lake surrounded by mountains and he wondered what could climb those steep sides. He had been walking for hours past his usual bedtime and he was exhausted. It was 0200 and he was ready for his shift to end, but he wasn't scheduled to be off until 0400. It had been bothering him for some time, that scratching sound from under the ground. There wasn't anything under there but more rocks, so he had dismissed it at first. But there it was again. "Team 7 to base, I'm hearing a scratching sound. It is repeating and does not sound natural."

"Understood, Team 7," he heard over the radio. The scratching continued with an added hiss as a nasty looking gas shot up from crack in the rock.

"We have some sort of gas seeping out of the ground here. It's seems pressurized and is shooting at regular intervals," he reported dutifully. "It smells like chlorine gas."

"Keep your distance," his men were already backing away. They had no desire to end up like those poor soldiers in the trenches. "Teams 6 and 8 are on their way now. We're sending in a transport with reserves now."

'We really need to get the choppers going,' he thought as the ground rumbled beneath him, knocking Team 7 from their feet. "Ground tremors!"

The team scrambled to their feet. And had their guns trained on the fissure that had broken with a burst of chlorine smelling gas. As the massive claw reached out of the fissure, they were struck with incomprehensible fear. They turned and ran, to afraid even to scream. Teams 6 and 8 reported in the fearful retreat a moment before they noticed the massive scaled head rise out of the ground. The dragon took a deep breath and exhaled, spraying a fine mist of chlorine gas at Team 6. Team 8 watched in horror as Team 6 Drowned on dry land. Team 8 glanced at the giant dragon and followed Team 7 in full retreat.

"It's a fucking dragon!" Inwardly Colonel Hennessey cursed his decision to command the Sunnydale base. This had been the second worst choice of his life. The first was getting married to his ex-wife. It was a shame that the Sunnydale base had been so scaled back after the Cold War. He could really use a tank. He turned to his second in command. "Send in the Apaches."

And he prayed that two attack helicopters could kill a dragon.

Buffy was sitting in class and listening to Snyder berate the class for not being 1000% perfect for the third time. She was more than a little bored. Then she realized the teacher next to Snyder was Ms. Calendar. Teaching Biology. The trollish principal stormed off finishing his rant.

"Pay attention Buffy, this is going to be on the test," Jenny Calendar said, tapping black board with a wooden pointer that looked suspiciously like Mr. Pointy. The drawing was of a dragon with a curving crest off the top of the head.

"The Green Dragon makes its lair in forested areas. It is one of the fastest dragons to attack, but it has its weaknesses. It can exhale a cloud of chlorine gas, but it has to breath deeply in order to do so," Ms. Calendar said, pointing Mr. Pointy directly at the dragon's eyes. "Remember."

And then Buffy woke up.

Buffy had gone to bed after an uneventful patrol through the parks and cemeteries. She felt like she had barely put her head on the pillow when she heard two helicopters fly over the house. Something was wrong, very wrong. Grabbing an orc axe she had left by the window and Mr. Pointy, she ran down stairs. She called Giles.

"Yes, what?"

"Giles, two helicopters," Buffy said, as she scribbled a note for her mother. "And a Slayer dream."

"Buffy, what is the matter? it is after two in the morning and I'm still suffering from planar jet lag," Giles said in a sleep addled voice.

"Spidy sense is tingling and two helicopters flew over head. Had a slayer dream about dragon bio. Something is seriously wrong," Buffy said. She didn't want Giles to know it had been Ms. Calendar in the dream. "They went out by the beach, er, what used to be the beach."

"Are you going?"

"Yeah, anything to help out the soldier boys," Buffy said with a certain amount of sarcasm. "Time for me to fly."

"Buffy, do be careful."

"Can't promise anything."

Hanging up the phone, she started running.

The Apaches flew over the town and spotted the target easily. It was about five stories tall, with scales, a long neck, huge leathery wings and a long snapping tale. It was a dragon right out of a fantasy novel.

"Commencing Attack run," the gunner said. They flew into range and opened fire. Unfortunately for them, most of the bullets bounced off the thick scales. The beast felt the rest though. It howled in pain, throwing back its head and took another deep breath. A moment later the corrosive gas filled the air. Luckily for the Apaches, they were able to slip aside to limit the amount of damage to the gunships. They spun around the creature, raining fire on its hide. The bullets were working finally. They had pierced the hide and were finally dealing damage, but it wasn't enough. Every time they got close to the head, it would breath the acidic cloud and they would have to move. Already the windshield was pitted and dangerously thin. A few more hits would pretty much cancel anything they could do.

Even so they were alarmed when they noticed a little blond girl standing in front of it hefting an axe. They reported it in, even sending in visuals from their camera. Back at base Colonel Hennessey knew Buffy Summers was going to give him ulcers.

"Hey Scaly Butt, over here!" Buffy said, catching its attention. The Gunships had ceased firing, but the dragon still wasn't paying attention to her. So she got its attention by chopping its foot with the axe. It snarled and roared at the tiny distraction. "I said 'Over Here Scaly Butt!' You have rocks in your ears? Geeze, I've seen blind vamps more attentive than you!"

Buffy began to run, flashing a V for Victory to the Gunships. She hoped they'd get that she was acting as a distraction. She pointed to her eye and then to the dragon.

"Sir she's distracting the dragon," Team 8's leader reported in from behind a rock. "She chopped its foot and then ran away. She keeps motioning to her eye and back at the dragon…no sir I don't think she's asking us to look at it. I think she wants us to shoot it in the eyes."

The Apaches started shooting at its head. The dragon flinched away quickly. Blood was spurting from the eye socket. It turned to face the gunships again, taking a deep breath. The Apaches, having long since learned what that meant, moved out of range. Buffy knew what this meant now too. Swinging her axe around, she threw it up in the air, plunging it deep into the beast's neck. Surprised, the creature only release a tiny puff of gas compared to the massive cloud it usually had. Unfortunately, Buffy was unarmed.

"You look like Godzilla and Mothra's dirty love child," she taunted as she ran away as fast as her legs could carry her, drawing it away from town

As the dragon rumbled by, chasing after the blond slayer, Team 8 opened fire on it, concentrating on its eyes. They ducked back down behind the boulder when it turned towards them. To give them cover, the Gunships opened up again, but from their poor angle most of the rounds just bounced off the tough skull. The dragon spun around with grace and speed unnatural to something of its size and hit one of the Apaches, knocking it towards the port. The other gunship gained altitude fast, saving itself from a similar fate. Charging the dragon, Buffy winked at Team 8 and blew them a kiss. The dragon crouched down, so its head was level with Buffy's charge. It took another deep breath, and Buffy sped up to a sprint, charging and leaping before it could breath again. It sent out the cloud of gas, intending to reduce the pest to a pile of dissolving flesh. Instead it suddenly realized the blond thing had landed on its nose. Glaring at it with its good eye, it tried to shake her off, but Buffy had grabbed an overgrown fang and held on for dear life. Thank slayer strength for keeping her alive.

She leaped from fang to fang along its mouth, holding on whenever it tried shaking her off. With one last giant bound, she caught the dragon's eyelid with both hands. Reaching into her coat with one hand, she pulled out Mr. Pointy and drove the stake with all her strength into the dragon's remaining eye. The creature roared as it suddenly became blind. This time, Buffy let herself get flung off and went flying into the water beyond the beach with a massive splash.

With the dragon blinded, the gunships circled the dragon, concentrating fire on its head. Team 8 would pop out every so often to give some cover fire when the head got a little close to one Apache or the other. Eventually, after far too many tense moments, the dragon shuddered and collapsed to the ground. The gunships kept firing until they were sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was dead.

Buffy felt her body fly through the air, taking a deep breath before the plunge deep into the cold ocean water shocked her system. It was dark, but luckily the lights from the port told her which side was up. Swimming up, she gasped for air when she broke the surface. Soaking wet, she dragged herself out of the ocean and walked back to the dragon. Team 8 was around keeping the area secure and keeping civilians away who had heard the firefight and the roar of the dragon. Even at 3am, they were having a hard time of it. Walking right up to the head, the Slayer reached inside the bloody eye socket and reached around until her hand felt the familiar curves and points of the stake Kendra had bequeathed to her. Mr. Pointy back in her possession, she nodded to Team 8 and went back home, ignoring the press cameras and using a few burst of slayer enhanced speed to get away.

Back at Revello Drive, Buffy washed her hands in the kitchen sink, dropped her dragon blood stained clothing in the hamper and slipped back into bed, Mr. Pointy placed carefully on the bed stand.

Buffy and company is owned by Joss W. and Mutant Enemy.
The Forgotten Realms and such are created and owned by Ed Greenwood and Wizards of the Coast and the various authors of the fiction.
Ranma 1/2 is owned by Rumiko Takahashi.

Thanks go to Janessa Ravenwood for editing this massive literary beast.