A Few Key Sunnydale Alum

It would be poetic, you know, to say that Spoon howls Jordie's name. He doesn't. He dives for the zhirel who touched Jordie - Spoon's favorite - with murder in his eyes.

His golden eyes. And his claws, his shoulders, and every single other line of his no-longer-clothed body as in mid-leap he loses his grip on a human form. Fast, they called him, and loud. He's faster, and louder, and quite frankly the only way it could be worse is if he were a bitch and Jordie his cub.

The zhirel's neck snaps with a dull crack a merciful instant before the Brown Wolf, uncaring of wounds taken, rips her throat out and turns for another victim.

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"Oh, fucking hell- SPOON! SPIT! RIGHT NOW!"

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Spoon spits. Some things transcend murderous rage. Even if he is also dealing with the pain of the SILVER TO HIS FACE that has him reeling back at the same time.

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The new guards are proving a lot tougher than the first batch.

One's successfully fending off three Slayers at once; a third, along with two of the zhirelin, is pressing Kennedy and another girl hard.

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Xander's fond of pointing out to the girls that everything has eyes.

Faith....isn't sure where, exactly, they'd be found on the thing she's fighting, but they're certainly not in the usual place.

She just poked it there, and its reaction...

Well, like they said on the one episode of Star Trek Xand ever got her to watch.

Not all species keep their genitals in the same place.

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The difficult thing about this sort of fight is that essentially, all they're doing is stalling. They've got no goal to focus on beyond keeping the enemy busy and staying alive.

That latter goal is growing increasingly difficult. Already there are a few Slayers down with injuries; one of them, huddled in the scant cover of the reception desk, hasn't moved in a while.

Buffy catches Sarge's eye and signals fall back?, with a look that makes it a question.

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Wells scans the area, then drops his head fractionally. He and Spoon'll cover the retreat. Or, rather, he'll cover Spoon, and they'll likely wind up between the girls and the enemy forces.

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Buffy doesn't even return the nod before she's shouting "Fall back!", pitched to carry through the noise.

The Slayers hear her, and start gradually pulling away from the tight little tangles of combat. It's a retreat in good order, covering each other and not letting the enemy press the advantage too much.

(Kennedy and two other girls are the furthest in, and in danger of being cut off.)

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If Spoon were thinking that way he'd be worried about finding a safe place for the painful transformation back to human. If he were thinking that way he'd be upset with himself for the gnawing hunger at the human blood-smell in the air. If he were thinking that way he'd suggest someone arm one of the mines and lob it deeper into the building.

He's not. He's just thinking that there are a lot of (cubs) girls here who need to be protected while they fall back.

Say what you want about his sanity, Spoon has good paternal instincts.

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Faith has been slowly making her way toward Kennedy and the other girls - they're in the most danger, and she's fond of them (Okay, not Kennedy, but Red would be way upset if yet another of her girls got iced, and Faith owes Red a lot).

So when the call is sounded, she's closer to Kennedy than to Buffy.

And she wants to retreat with the others - really, she does - but...danger to her girls.

Better her life than theirs - they, at least, still have a chance at a real life.

A good life.

And Kennedy, for all her tendency to be annoying, at least isn't a murderer.

Which is why, when Kennedy glances over at Buffy for a half-second to heed the retreat and her opponent seeks to press the advantage, it's Faith who takes the brunt of the blow.

Faith who flies back from the force of the blow, smacking into the wall with enough force to make even a Slayer hurt like Hell.

Faith who hits the ground and slides, ending at Buffy's feet, eyes closed, a bloody ruin where her stomach used to be.

She glances up, just for a brief time, just long enough to see Kennedy and her girls start to make it to safety.

There's a smile on her lips when her eyes close.

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"Oh, fuck me sideways-"

Yeah, Wells saw it happen. He heard. And now he's smelling. Christ Almighty, he knows that stink. A wise man once told him that the basic principles of first aid were 'if it's bleeding, make it stop, if it's broken, hold it still, and if it's supposed to be INSIDE and you can see it, cover it the fuck up'...

He'll be covering Faith's position as much as he's covering the girls' retreat. Cooper didn't leave him behind, after all.

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Buffy doesn't waste more than a second or two staring in shock; she's snapping orders, even while dropping to the ground to start trying to deal with the wound.

She's seen worse. She's taken worse.

(Hell, she's given Faith worse, and they're both still alive, right?)

The reception desk doesn't make for much cover. The huge Christmas tree, shoved over to land flat on its side with a musical crash of ornaments and lights, makes for slightly more.

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Spoon is doing his best, and his best is very good indeed to turn as many of the things in front of him into multiple pieces. Specifically trophy-pieces and dross, but whatever. He'll retreat last.

He hasn't noticed what happened to Faith. This is probably a good thing.

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The retreat's necessary; they need a minute to recover. The trouble is that it gives the defense time to recover as well.

The uniformed guards and the zhirelin are taking advantage of the brief respite to move further into the lobby -- which is a mess, the floor spattered with at least two colors of blood and littered here and there with groaning wounded and silent dead.

Their new formation's tight and close, much better prepared to defend the territory. It's not going to be easy to get past them; it might not be possible, not with their numbers right now.

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No, indeed. This is going to take some work. Wells growls under his breath and looks to Buffy. "Need a hand getting her out of the way?" he says. "I've never seen how fast you lot heal from a major wound."

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"Fast," she says tersely. "Not as fast as you."

A little louder: "Who's hurt? Anyone missing?"

Most of the rest of the assault team has made it to the cover of the felled tree by now, and there's a quick whispered count-off.

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In the middle of the knot of fighters, an extra figure has appeared - wavering and see-through, before getting a slightly firmer grip on her outlines.

Meg glances over at the wounded, including Faith, for a brief moment, almost fades back out in her distress, and then pushes herself back into visibility and focuses her gaze strictly on Buffy.

"I'm sorry I couldn't - there was some kind of field," she explains, hasty and breathless, the words tumbling over each other, "I couldn't get out of the building - the rest are here, from Milliways, we couldn't wait. They're about to start the ritual upstairs -"

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"So that's what the problem was," says Wells, looking up. "Fucking hell..."

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Buffy's jaw tightens.

"Are any of our people up there yet? The other teams?"

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Meg nods, and then, apparently unsure as to how visible the gesture is, says aloud, "They are - I don't know how they're doing, I came to look for you - but you'll want to catch up as soon as you can."

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"Find out," Buffy says. "And get back to us as soon as you can. You're the only line of communication we've got now."

Kennedy scoots up next to them. "Everyone's accounted for," she says to Harry. "No deaths, a couple of serious injuries. At least three of us--" she looks uneasily at Faith, and finishes "-- out of the fight."

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"Good. good," says Wells, who'd been worried. He glances over his shoulder, then back to Buffy. "I'm thinking from the sound of things that the upstairs bunch is gonna need backup, once we've got our wounded as close to safety as we can manage. End this fast and we've got a better chance of getting them home all right."

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Meg's been waiting to leave until she hears this; now she nods again.

"I'll tell them you're coming - listen for me if you can't see me," she says, and blinks out.

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Wells looks around a moment, and his eyes fall on Spoon's still-furry form.

"Oi, Spooney," he calls. "How d'you feel about being the decoy again?"

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