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The hot summer's night grew cold as the demon floated closer, a tangible cloud of despair and hopelessness preceding the tattered robed
figure. Pain filled memories assailing Buffy as she shakily shifted into a defensive stance.
“If you walk out that door, don't come back!”
“Hush, Close your eyes.”
Her hand trembling as she reached over her shoulder to draw the short-sword that was strapped to her back, the slayer felt a glimmer of
anger at the memories she was being forced to relive.
“I don't know who you are any-more.”
“You did it! You killed me!”
That glimmer of anger became a spark, a spark that ignited Buffy's rage. Vigour returned to her limbs and as the sword sang free of it's
scabbard, the slayer shifted into an en-guard position.
“… I think, I think I was in heaven…”
Silvery moonlight illuminated the cursive lettering of the Holy scripture that was etched onto the blade. The slayers weight shifted slightly,
changing her centre of gravity, as arm muscles tensed.
“…You should leave…”
“…I can feel it Buffy, it Kinda tingles…”
An arc of light trailed behind the glittering blade as Buffy swung at the monster's neck. A brief high pitched, unearthly scream, was swiftly
cut off; as the sharp, edged weapon cut through cloth, skin, sinew, muscle and bone before reversing the order. The severed cowl flew for some
distance, a malodorous cloud of smoke trailing behind, leaving two ragged scraps of cloth to float too the ground.
“As I said earlier…” Buffy stated as she turned to face the small group of wizards and witches standing at some distance behind the slayer.
“…Beheading usually works.”