Friday night - hunting something nastyidolstolemylookAugust 10 2011, 04:42:03 UTC
There was fuck-all else to do, and Spike was still collecting a paycheck for his freelance work. Buffy always seemed to know when he was lurking about so he was trying to keep it to a minimum anyway.
He'd caught the scent of something off about twenty minutes ago, and was following what he was pretty sure was a demon when he caught up. Yeah, there was something off. Spike snuck up behind him, wondering who wore such a ridiculously dramatic long black coat, and attacked, attempting to tackle him to the ground.
[ooc: So many options here, bb. Up to you whether Jack is human enough to trigger the chip.]
Jack hit the ground with an 'oof' and tried to roll out of it, bringing his arm around, elbow poised for a shot to the head of whoever was on his back. It seemed that whatever he was tracking had friends.
He was human, technically, but far from normal. He was wrong in every way a man could be wrong, which allowed him to fall through the cracks where Spike's chip was concerned.
The fact that Spike's chip didn't go off did nothing to inform him of his mistake. Instead, there was nothing to tell him he hadn't caught the thing he was after. He took the blow to the head, and gave back with moves clearly learned on the street, over a hundred years of scrapping.
"That's right, you... evil thing!" he crowed triumphantly. "That's what you get for preyin' on innocent people!"
His impression of Buffy was not all that good, but it was good to have something to say.
"Preying on inno-- You idiot." Jack tried to protect his eyes so he'd be able to see, not overly concerned about any other part of his body. It would heal - and quickly, too. But he had to be able to see if he was going to chase.
He threaded his fingers together and brought his clasped hands down aimed at the side of Spike's neck, hard, then tried to use a knee to level the vampire off of him. "It's getting away." And it had taken him all damn night to get even this close.
"Demonspawn?" Jack gaped at the thing on top of him, glowing eyes and pronounced facial ridges and fangs. Jack did not often judge books by their covers, but of the two of them? "Come on."
Something that had been hiding in the shadowed recesses of an alley fire escape leaped down to the street level while the two men were scuffling and tried to flee. Jack bucked against Spike even harder, managing to unseat the thinner man just enough to scramble away, uncaring of whatever injuries he'd sustain in the process. He was leaving himself open to attack from Spike, but that didn't matter to him. He just needed one clean shot...
Jack hadn't missed, but he also hadn't taken the baddie out of commission entirely. He scrambled to his feet and took off after Spike and the monster, head still ringing from that first blow. Guy packed a hell of a punch.
His companion was much faster than he was. Well, for the moment he seemed like he'd shifted his attention from Jack to what he was hunting. Couldn't hurt to try and coordinate. "Get in front of it," Jack yelled. "Cut it off!"
"You my bloody drill-sergeant?" he demanded, but he did it anyway (like a cat did, because he wanted to) and resolved to be irritable about it later. He was fast, and the thing didn't see him coming until it was too late, and it was neatly trapped between them, alley walls to either side.
He'd caught the scent of something off about twenty minutes ago, and was following what he was pretty sure was a demon when he caught up. Yeah, there was something off. Spike snuck up behind him, wondering who wore such a ridiculously dramatic long black coat, and attacked, attempting to tackle him to the ground.
[ooc: So many options here, bb. Up to you whether Jack is human enough to trigger the chip.]
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He was human, technically, but far from normal. He was wrong in every way a man could be wrong, which allowed him to fall through the cracks where Spike's chip was concerned.
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"That's right, you... evil thing!" he crowed triumphantly. "That's what you get for preyin' on innocent people!"
His impression of Buffy was not all that good, but it was good to have something to say.
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He threaded his fingers together and brought his clasped hands down aimed at the side of Spike's neck, hard, then tried to use a knee to level the vampire off of him. "It's getting away." And it had taken him all damn night to get even this close.
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"Nice try, demonspawn!" he said, trying to regain his balance on top of whatever it was.
He smelled... human.
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Something that had been hiding in the shadowed recesses of an alley fire escape leaped down to the street level while the two men were scuffling and tried to flee. Jack bucked against Spike even harder, managing to unseat the thinner man just enough to scramble away, uncaring of whatever injuries he'd sustain in the process. He was leaving himself open to attack from Spike, but that didn't matter to him. He just needed one clean shot...
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"Fuck," he muttered, and started for him in case whatever trenchcoat here missed.
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His companion was much faster than he was. Well, for the moment he seemed like he'd shifted his attention from Jack to what he was hunting. Couldn't hurt to try and coordinate. "Get in front of it," Jack yelled. "Cut it off!"
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"You my bloody drill-sergeant?" he demanded, but he did it anyway (like a cat did, because he wanted to) and resolved to be irritable about it later. He was fast, and the thing didn't see him coming until it was too late, and it was neatly trapped between them, alley walls to either side.
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