Burn, Baby, Burn!
“How do I kill this thing!?” Zell threw another punch, but his blessed silver-steel gloves didn’t even dent the demon’s green hide.
Seifer laughed, stabbing in with Hyperion and pulling the trigger. “Now, this is why I love my job! Zell, can I get some fire support over here?”
“Sure thing!” he jumped back, and began to draw. He laughed exultantly as he felt the magic run through him. //Thanks, Quetzy!// He called to his GF, and began to cast. “Burn, baby, Burn!”
Seifer dropped to the floor as the fireball flew at the demon.
“Again!” he demanded as he circled the demon.
“heh heh heh…FIRAGA!”
another ‘thrust-and-shoot’ from his teammate, and the demon fell.
Finally, Zell could throw a punch at the tender face, and he did. It’s nose made a sick squelching sound.
“You’re getting better at drawing,” Seifer observed, turning back to the slayers.
“You can do Magic?”
“But…you’re a martial artist!”
“Yeah…” Zell nodded, and Buffy frowned.
“But, you’re a martial artist!”
“Heh. Can’t wait for them to see you summon Quetzacoatl.” Seifer whispered as they walked back to the house.
“Shut up, Seifer.”