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[sunnydalealum]

Still no signal from Meg. By this time she should have shown up, even if everything else has run into a wall. Especially if everything else has run into a wall.

Twenty Slayers and two werewolves can't stay unnoticed for long. They're not inside the Somebody Else's Problem field yet. At least the winter weather means nobody will look askance at their long heavy coats -- but it's a gamble that nobody will be able to tell they're all concealing weapons under them.

Buffy's pacing back and forth in a slow prowl, shaking her head. "Something's gone wrong," she says flatly.

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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

The bracers Wells wears were designed by Hephaestos with the express intent of melting any Autons that attempted to do exactly what the zhirelin are doing now.

There is a sudden sharp terrible stink of burning as the white-hot snakes of sheer heat strike upwards at Wells' would-be captors.

[sunnydalealum]

Flesh and clothes catch fire, and the screams cut through the incredible din of battle: for a fleeting moment, everyone's attention is diverted.

It's enough to give Spoon and Kennedy and the rest of her team of Slayers the opening they need.

The line of defense is still standing, but it's got a dozen holes in it by now.

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon picks something large and ugly and performs a picture perfect football tackle...assuming that the football players are werewolves and other non-human things. His aim is such that large-and-ugly hits rather a number of smaller things (and people) resulting in something rather like a bloody game of dominoes.

[sunnydalealum]

Kennedy's already shouting "Go, go, head for the stairs!" before Spoon and his quarry hit the ground.

She's in the lead, and the other Slayers pour after her.

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

That was vile, and the stink is going to be in Wells' nose and hair and clothes for a long, long time, but it did the job. He breaks away from the site of the burning and charges after the girls.