Big Bad Battle Royale - Round 4
"Well, Mr." Mayor Wilkins says chuckling to Caleb, "See, I don't go for that kind of language. And I would hazard a guess that neither do these young ladies."
Caleb delivers a back-hand to Wilkins, who falls to the floor laughing.
At this time Angelus and Spike both jump on Caleb's back and sink their teeth deep into his neck.
"My boys were hungry!" Drusilla sings.
Caleb grabs each vampire with one arm and, with a single motion, launches them across the room. Just before they collide with Willow, she pushes them out of the way with a flick of the wrist. They land, in a pile, moaning and cursing.
Glory and Caleb trade blows. At first it's a boxing match. One blow answers another. Thuds echo through the area as both fighters refuse to go down. After a moment of this, Glory places a Spartan kick into Caleb's chest, embedding her stiletto heel to the hilt.
Caleb coughs, removes the heel, and coughs again. This time blood trickles down his chin.
Glory smiles and saunters toward him. The clicks of her heels reverberate off the walls differently, the gore coating the right stiletto softening the harshness of the CLICK.
"Darling, baby, sweetie pie. That tongue of yours is getting you into trouble. Let's fix that, shall we?" The God reaches into the Priests mouth, with little effort, and with a blur of motion something wet and pink slaps against the wall.
"You're still looking at me funny! We can fix that too!" She hold her right hand up, making a fist except for her index and middle fingers raised. She looks to be holding up a peace sign. And maybe, in a sense, she is. Peace is coming to Caleb, at least in this world.
Glory pushes her fingers into Caleb's eyes and he screams around his missing tongue. She hold this position for a moment, then pushes just a bit more until she busts through the skull. Caleb's screams change while she slides through his frontal lobe, growing more gutteral. Finally, she wiggles her fingers, just a bit, and Caleb's screams are silenced forever.
TLDR - Caleb is eliminated. Who's next?
"Well, Mr." Mayor Wilkins says chuckling to Caleb, "See, I don't go for that kind of language. And I would hazard a guess that neither do these young ladies."
Caleb delivers a back-hand to Wilkins, who falls to the floor laughing.
At this time Angelus and Spike both jump on Caleb's back and sink their teeth deep into his neck.
"My boys were hungry!" Drusilla sings.
Caleb grabs each vampire with one arm and, with a single motion, launches them across the room. Just before they collide with Willow, she pushes them out of the way with a flick of the wrist. They land, in a pile, moaning and cursing.
Glory and Caleb trade blows. At first it's a boxing match. One blow answers another. Thuds echo through the area as both fighters refuse to go down. After a moment of this, Glory places a Spartan kick into Caleb's chest, embedding her stiletto heel to the hilt.
Caleb coughs, removes the heel, and coughs again. This time blood trickles down his chin.
Glory smiles and saunters toward him. The clicks of her heels reverberate off the walls differently, the gore coating the right stiletto softening the harshness of the CLICK.
"Darling, baby, sweetie pie. That tongue of yours is getting you into trouble. Let's fix that, shall we?" The God reaches into the Priests mouth, with little effort, and with a blur of motion something wet and pink slaps against the wall.
"You're still looking at me funny! We can fix that too!" She hold her right hand up, making a fist except for her index and middle fingers raised. She looks to be holding up a peace sign. And maybe, in a sense, she is. Peace is coming to Caleb, at least in this world.
Glory pushes her fingers into Caleb's eyes and he screams around his missing tongue. She hold this position for a moment, then pushes just a bit more until she busts through the skull. Caleb's screams change while she slides through his frontal lobe, growing more gutteral. Finally, she wiggles her fingers, just a bit, and Caleb's screams are silenced forever.
TLDR - Caleb is eliminated. Who's next?