Falling from grace...well from a bad ass kicking

[lost_my_shanshu]

I was falling. Not falling exactly. More like descending weirdly. The crossbow bitch wasn't far away from me also confused. We had fallen off after I had tackled her and I off...after she dusted

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[angelbuffy]

Illyria and I beat the smelly thing. I couldn't help but smile as she was degrading it, and punching it. I got my two cents in there as well, after I recovered from it throwing me against the brick wall.

We both knew what to do, as she was facing what looked like it's face, and I looking at the back of it's head. It was at first confused, but after we threw a punch on either side of it's head, well, it wasn't so confused anymore. It was dead. After it fell, I looked down on it, and tried my 'little cocking of the head' to see if it was going to get up. I looked at Illyria, and at how filthy we had become. It. Was. Disgusting. Seeing her and smelling us made me think about Wolfram and Hart..how we'll never get in there...by the smell..and our atrocious look

[lost_my_shanshu]

"Yup, Angel." I said.

I was hurting. But I couldn't show Buffy that. I stood up holding my stomach and looking at the demon's face. I looked at her.

Part of her was looking at me loving me and shocked. The other was looking for a "is spike there" answer. And I decided that that was ok. He was gone anyway.

"Spike, he...Spike was...that bitch that fell through..Spike."