#114: Consider This - BtVS/ LFN
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tthdrabblesTitle: Consider This [A Warning]
Word Count: 200 words
Fandom: BtVS, La Femme Nikita (tv, 1997)
Challenge: #114, dance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words, and that's probably up for philosophical debate.
Buffy used the op’s momentum to propel him into the growing mass of bodies. She didn’t have time to gloat, however. There were many, many more of them than there were of her—but she only needed one of her, and they knew it.
Duck. Shift. Twist.
Buffy’s elbow landed in woman’s solar plexus. Guns were few and far between--too many friendlies--but sometimes someone got a clear target so she tried to keep the fighting close, intimate. The breath on her neck, the fingers on her arms...so warm and human. She kept reminding herself: Pull, don’t rip. Break, don’t crush. Dance, don’t fight.
They’d tried to lead her: Recruits first to slow her down. Ha! Then seasoned ops, and cold killers.
Down. Down. Down. Broken and hurting in new places, but all very alive. "Yay me," Buffy said, surveying the damage.
Movement caught her eye. She looked up at the Perch. Buffy picked her way among the operatives, kicking one or two who didn’t know they were in over their heads, until she was at the central comm.
"Next time you want to dance, Paul, you come down here and do it yourself. Now give me back what’s mine."
Word Count: 200 words
Fandom: BtVS, La Femme Nikita (tv, 1997)
Challenge: #114, dance
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words, and that's probably up for philosophical debate.
Buffy used the op’s momentum to propel him into the growing mass of bodies. She didn’t have time to gloat, however. There were many, many more of them than there were of her—but she only needed one of her, and they knew it.
Duck. Shift. Twist.
Buffy’s elbow landed in woman’s solar plexus. Guns were few and far between--too many friendlies--but sometimes someone got a clear target so she tried to keep the fighting close, intimate. The breath on her neck, the fingers on her arms...so warm and human. She kept reminding herself: Pull, don’t rip. Break, don’t crush. Dance, don’t fight.
They’d tried to lead her: Recruits first to slow her down. Ha! Then seasoned ops, and cold killers.
Down. Down. Down. Broken and hurting in new places, but all very alive. "Yay me," Buffy said, surveying the damage.
Movement caught her eye. She looked up at the Perch. Buffy picked her way among the operatives, kicking one or two who didn’t know they were in over their heads, until she was at the central comm.
"Next time you want to dance, Paul, you come down here and do it yourself. Now give me back what’s mine."
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