A/N Xander - a gryphon, the only one that other Power Rangers have had. I had to make his a feline, blame Drusilla. His weapon isn't fancy, just a longsword, but you'll notice his uniform is the opposite color format of the girls, because he's the leader. Otherwise, Buffy, Cordelia and later Faith, would be fighting each other to be the leader. Who's the one saved from Darkness into the Light? Stay tuned. 😁
Cordelia - a bird of paradise in shades of blue and her weapons are sharpened sais.
Kendra - a Quetzalcoatl, a feathered serpent in shades of green and her sword is a kris, also called a wavy sword or a flamesword (flamberge).
Buffy - an orange Thunderbird and her weapon is a whip sword, I'd never heard of it before, but the pictures I found online are neat.
Willow, sorry. It's just so hard to trust her with power of any sort, I don't see that ever working out well. 😜
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Spike turned when he heard the strange sound from down the hall, a sort of rumble maybe, but saw nothing that would explain it. Suspicious, he moved cautiously down the hall, his minions spreading out, herding the clueless screaming cattle. Once in a while one would grab one and feed. He sensed something...ha! found the Slayer. He stepped around the corner and saw three people racing down the hall and stop when they saw him. He frowned. "Slayer? Looks like that idiot snitch lied to me, he told me the Slayer was a short blond. You, Harris, her Magic user? You really bring her back from the dead?"
"Yes, to both questions." Xander answered, thinking of when he'd revived Buffy two and half years ago in their reality. He didn't recognize the vampire in front of him and he was sure he'd remember that hair, if only because it looked like it probably glowed in the dark. Would make it real easy for the Slayer to find him. Angel stepped out of a nearby shadow and ignoring what he thought was the Xander and Cordelia he was familiar with, focused on Spike.
"Spike, been a while."
"Angelus, haven't seen you in the killing fields for ages." Spike smirked at him. "Seen the Slayer?"
"Around, I gave her the 'I'm a tortured soul' rif. She leaves me alone."
"Really? Because she's sneaking up behind you and probably means to take your head off."
"What?" A confused Angel looked behind him and frowned when he saw Faith. He'd thought the Slayer he'd sensed in the building was Buffy. Who was this girl? Spike shoved him toward the dark Slayer and turned to duck back around the corner. He wanted his hat trick. He'd deal with Willy and his misinformation on the Slayer later.
"Angel, we don't have time to deal with any of your stupidity right now." He heard the boy say and peeked around the corner in time to see red energy bands extend out from the boy's hands and wrap around Angel. The stacked brunette, really both of them qualified for that description, just say the one carrying a wicked looking sword and not the Slayer, opened the door of a nearby broom closet and the boy stuffed Angel into it. "Buffy would probably object to us dusting him, so I'll just put a shield up to keep him in." The boy decided and held up his hands again after the red energy bands had been retracted and a red energy shield appeared in front of the door, flush to it. That was a lot of power, Spike realized, because the boy wasn't using spells, just hand gestures. Spike's minions looked at each other, recognizing the display as powerful Magic as well.
"Get them, but leave the Slayer for me!" He ordered and several minion rushed them. Only to dust under the girl's sword, the Slayer's knives, both cutting off heads and the boy shooting red energy balls. In seconds nearly a dozen vampires were dust and a pissed off Spike decided to cut his losses and figure out a way to take out the Slayer's lackeys later so he could get his hat trick. He didn't get far when he ran into four people, three female and a male by the looks of it, wearing strange uniforms moving down the hall, dusting vamps as they went and the weird thing was, two of the girls also felt like Slayers. "Oh, now I get it!" He pointed at them. "Your witch, Harris, he did some kind of spell to hide the real Slayer from me, make me think there's more of you and I waste time fighting copies when I could be draining the real Slayer!"
"Buzz, wrong answer!" The shortest one told him. "It's a new day, today your ass will be kicked by not one, but two Slayers and let's not forget who else will be kicking your ass today."
"Who?" He asked, glancing back over his shoulder as Harris and the two girls with him stepped around the corner, weapons ready.
"The Mystic Warriors." The male in the white uniform told him as he and the three girls with him charged Spike and his remaining minions, just as a little girl with blood on her head stumbled out of a classroom right in front of Spike. He didn't hesitate and grabbed her.
"Stay back or I snap the little bit's neck!" He warned.
"Dawnie!" Harris hissed. "Hurt her and we'll invent new ways of torture, I swear it!"
"I'm just goin' to ease outta here, no one twitches and I let her go once I'm clear."
"Not happening." The brunette with the sword snarled.
"I want to go home, Xander." The little girl stated. "Let go of me before I send your dead heart to burn in the sun!" She warned Spike.
"Creative -." Spike never had a chance to finish as a drop of blood from Dawn's forehead splattered on the floor and the two of them disappeared.
"Dawn!" Xander raised the sling ring and quickly made a portal and followed them, leaving Cordelia and Faith and the uniformed people staring at each other.