The crowd doesn't so much scatter as explode, fragments flying everywhere. A few, including a clutch of vampires in leather and silk and a very good-looking human man in an Armani suit, stand where they are and watch with interest. Of the rest, some flee for the scant cover of the concrete pillars; some set their backs to the wall and brace to defend themselves; and by far most of them stampede for the door to the club.
Angel and Spike are moving forward, Gunn and Andrew drawing back to flank Vayan along with the rest of his pack, all of them drawing weapons.
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Date: 2009-03-25 07:44 pm (UTC)Angel and Spike are moving forward, Gunn and Andrew drawing back to flank Vayan along with the rest of his pack, all of them drawing weapons.