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Drabble: Touch
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il_mio_capitanoTitle: Touch
Author: il_mio_capitano
Characters: Buffy, Giles, Willow, (Xander probably)
Rating: FRT
Length: 115
Justification: I’ve ummed and ahhed over the length of this. I could probably rewrite it to get it down to 100, but ultimately, soddit, I like it how it is. So there :p
Previous line: “I’ll handle this.”
“I’ll handle this. Everyone stay back,” Buffy insisted, gripping the bronze sword as she approached the hissing, snarling demon that had once been mild-mannered Chad Williams. It had been cruel fate that had caused him to be infected and transformed, and now there was nothing that could be done for him.
“Don’t let him touch you, Buffy!” Willow implored.
“No intention,” Buffy grunted, as she hacked and parried the demon’s attack. It lunged, and she leapt aside as it barrelled into her friends. “Oh no you don’t,” she said and slashed her weapon against the demon’s throat.
“Is everyone OK?”
“Ah,” said Giles, looking at his wounded hand. “We have a bit of a problem.”
Author: il_mio_capitano
Characters: Buffy, Giles, Willow, (Xander probably)
Rating: FRT
Length: 115
Justification: I’ve ummed and ahhed over the length of this. I could probably rewrite it to get it down to 100, but ultimately, soddit, I like it how it is. So there :p
Previous line: “I’ll handle this.”
“I’ll handle this. Everyone stay back,” Buffy insisted, gripping the bronze sword as she approached the hissing, snarling demon that had once been mild-mannered Chad Williams. It had been cruel fate that had caused him to be infected and transformed, and now there was nothing that could be done for him.
“Don’t let him touch you, Buffy!” Willow implored.
“No intention,” Buffy grunted, as she hacked and parried the demon’s attack. It lunged, and she leapt aside as it barrelled into her friends. “Oh no you don’t,” she said and slashed her weapon against the demon’s throat.
“Is everyone OK?”
“Ah,” said Giles, looking at his wounded hand. “We have a bit of a problem.”