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[slaying]

[The General is dead and Buffy Summers is making her way slowly and painfully back to the village proper. In one hand, she drags her torn and muddied jacket. In the other, her replica Slayer scythe stained with blood and the odd piece of feather. Here is the warrior's triumphant return; battered, bloody and broken in more than one place. Her hair

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[thesun_itburns]

[Did you expect Angel to be far? The whole fight with the General, he was making sure nothing else attacked her, from afar of course. And now, he's wordlessly stepping up beside her and slipping under one of her arms so it's over his shoulder, an arm around her waist to help her walk. He let her kill the General all by herself, but she's not gonna get away with staggering home alone.]

[slaying]

[Gratefully, she takes the arm. You've got the spooky vamp senses, Angel. You can tell just how much of that mess is her own blood--a fair bit. But the other donor smells very weird, and there's quite a bit of him there, too.]

a darla showed up at the link I gave you, btw.

[thesun_itburns]

[Oh he knows. And that's why he's really not gonna let go until they're safely back at home. He can see their place up ahead, but they're in no rush. Daylight's not for a while, and he doesn't want to hurt her worse by hurrying her.]

[slaying]

Some fight. How did the house hold up? A smidgen better than me, I hope.

[Not that she wasn't successful. Even if Angel hadn't witnessed it, there was an undeniable bearing of victory here. A champion would have to be blind not to recognize it.]

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk opens the door and just stares at the state Buffy is in. He looks rather roughed up himself, phase near by on the floor. ]

What the hell happened to you, Buff?!

[slaying]

[There is a taut pause while Buffy tries to locate her voice. Shaking her head, she starts off slowly:] I got in a fight, Jim.

[Except that much was obvious--gotta give the man more than that, Buffy. So she begins to limp her way inside, indiscriminately reaching out for Kirk's arm to help her do so.]

I found their leader.

[canyonsiniowa]

[ Kirk takes ahold of her arm and supports her by putting an arm around her waist. ]

Obviously.

[slaying]

[After a few stumbles, she abandons the dirtied scythe against a wall.] I don't have an appointment--but do you think the doctor'll take walk-ins?

[The hand that dropped the axe now holds onto her side--one that she is clearly favouring as she takes hold of Kirk.]

[hippocraticly]

[McCoy had not heard the knocking on the door of their apartment. He had been preoccupied with gathering his medical equipment to go down to the clinic and lend a hand, deciding to shed his federation shirt and wear a plain black shirt and a white medical coat instead. Hopefully some of the residents were intelligent enough to flock there if they were injured instead of-

Oh, there is Buffy sitting on their couch looking miserable. Maybe that was wistful thinking and he forgets going to the clinic first and moves over to her.]

Summers.

[slaying]

[She didn't hear the doctor enter the room, so now she looks up with a mildly startled expression. Too fast, too fast--she winces and tries to shake it off.]

Hey, Bones. You don't happen to have a band-aid, do you? I could use one. Or maybe about five hundred.

[hippocraticly]

Smartass.

[Well, at least Jim must have helped clean her up somewhat and he notices that her reaction time seems mired more than usual. Acute stress over reaction, he surmises after the hell that just happened in the village as he dumps the medical kit to one side, before looking for the appropriate vial.]

[slaying]

[She leans forward with a groan.] I think the big bad broke a few of my ribs. The restrictions on abilities came back before I could heal up at my normal rate. Ribs are so my least favourite thing to break.

[salvagedslayer]

[Hey Buff, you can find Faith looking a little worse for wear just outside their house gluing herself together--literally. Her clothes--well, mostly the little that's left of her shirt anyway, is soaked with blood and torn open so that she can get at the knife wounds she's meticulously super-gluing together for lack of stitches. Her face is already a mass of bruises when she looks up at the blonde, a hint of her old smile on her face.]

Geez B, you look like shit.

[slaying]

You should see the other guy--[she stops walking and surveys Faith]--or, yourself. God, what did you do? Wear a sign that said stab me, please?

[salvagedslayer]

[she gets an involuntary laugh at that--one that stops short abruptly because, well, ow]

Gonna have to try that next time.

Nah, just got jumped. You don't know how heavy their footwear can get 'til you've got 'bout six of them running you into the ground.

[Faith finishes closing the last gap and tosses aside the spent tube]

So what's your excuse? Saw you get a hell of a lot further up than I did. How'd it go up there?

[slaying]

My excuse? Oh, you know. Being me. I had a snake's head to cut off. Or, more accurately? Some leader's wings to snip.

[Buffy's giving Faith the permanent eyebrow.] I got a friend--a doctor--who just has to hear about you sitting here gluing your cuts back together. He is going to flip.