❛ You know, it’s really— rude— to leave me hanging— ! ❜ SHE grunts out between harsh swings, each blow a bit harsher than the last. Buffy had thought a couple of well-timed kicks would be enough to get this CPN off her back, but much to her annoyance, her foot was swallowed up with ease by the icky residue. But Buffy Anne Summers has never been a quitter; with her foot lodged inside its middle ( if you could call it that ), she simply continued to use the momentum of her free leg to continually raise her body upward, swinging repeatedly with her stake at what could vaguely qualify as its head. Blow after blow, she was beginning to leave holes that weren’t re-forming.
The only issue, of course, is that there isn’t just one CPN. That’s without even getting into the Ofiuclone that continues to giggle all creepy-like and throw its magic around, which was just really enforcing her not-so-positive opinion on dolls. So here she was, doing the most intense ab crunches of her life and using both legs to steer the CPN into being a meat shield ( ooze shield ? ) each time they all tried to gang up on her. Which is a lot. ❛ Five against one is just really unfair. I mean look how— bad I’m making you all look ! ❜
She’s mopping the floor with these things. That said, she won’t look a gift super-big-pointy-axe-thing in the mouth as it comes crashing straight through a CPN that was a little too close to her hair than she’d like. ❛ Oh, come to join the party ? Good, it was starting to— drag a little— ! ❜
@babelsghost : SUBSISTENCE PART 2 !
