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Dawn wiped away the blood and grimaced as she inspected the damage.

The demon she'd been stalking had unexpectedly attacked from behind. It was only her years of training that had saved her from becoming another statistic of violent crime.

She hefted her sword, seeing the chipped edges and telltale signs of stress fractures. As it was, she'd been lucky to get away with a minor flesh wound. She grinned and reminded herself that when she spoke to Spike later, she'd need to qualify that as a cut that didn't require stitches, rather than an imitation of the Black Knight.


open_on_sundaychallenge #194: stress
Part of the London!verse


( 3 howls — talk to the wolf )
12th Dec, 2006 18:47 (UTC)
Monty Python! Spike would love that scene, wouldn't he.
12th Dec, 2006 20:14 (UTC)
Definitely. I can see Dawn having to make sure she clarified her flesh wound around him too.
12th Dec, 2006 21:43 (UTC)
Gotta love English humor.
( 3 howls — talk to the wolf )