[He'd been feeling quite satisfied in how well he was doing, up until the moment she charged him. Of course, a Slayer never goes down easy. When he lands on his back, he presses his forearm towards her throat. Try and create a barrier between the two of them as he tries to extract himself from her. He could feel the pain of the wings underneath him and that hurt. He could also feel the stake he brought with him, the one from Drusilla, pressed underneath him too.
Well dying here wasn't the plan. Not when he had things to sort out.]
Don't like competition in the crazy department, do you? Maybe we can get you padded rooms beside each other.
[He couldn't overpower her like this. So he tried to roll them both over. Put himself on top.]
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Well dying here wasn't the plan. Not when he had things to sort out.]
Don't like competition in the crazy department, do you? Maybe we can get you padded rooms beside each other.
[He couldn't overpower her like this. So he tried to roll them both over. Put himself on top.]