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After all, it's just a little plot bunny that wouldn't hop away.
Xander staggered back from the fight, breathing heavily and making sure to keep his blind side shielded. He smiled as he watched his girls go to town on the group of mojana demons who had lately been menacing his town. The demons fought badly compared to his girls, who were poetry in motion as they kicked ass.
Xander took another step back to keep an eye on a demon who looked like it might be about to run, unknowingly stepping below the high water line and out of the light. He breathed a sigh of relief as Jessica went after the escaping demon, slaying it with ease.
A tap on his shoulder had him whirling to face a slight man standing below him on the beach, dark kohl around his eyes and a battered leather tricorne over a red bandanna to keep his dreadlocks from his tanned face. The man grinned, his teeth a white flash in the dark as he swayed steadily where he stood.
“Excuse me my good man,” the man slurred with exaggerated courtesy. “You wouldn’t happen to be Alexander LaVelle Harris now would you?”
Xander clutched his axe tightly as he asked, “Who wants to know?”
The man bowed deeply from the waist, his hat in his hand, “The famous Captain Jack Sparrow at your service.”
“Never heard of you,” Xander told him, turning back to the fight and preparing to dive in to help Marie as she faced off against three of the monsters on her own.
Captain Jack Sparrow’s hand on his arm forestalled him and Xander glared at the man preventing him from helping his Slayers.
“Never heard of Captain Jack Sparrow?” the man himself asked in surprise.
Xander shook his hand off, “Look Jack, I’m kinda in the middle of an apocalypse right now. Can you come back tomorrow?” he asked sarcastically.
He hadn’t gone more than one step before something heavy hit him in the back of the head and he fell unconscious to the ground.
“Sorry, no,” Jack told Xander’s sleeping form as he picked him up to stow him in his dinghy. “Your highness.” he added as an afterthought.