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Apr. 15th, 2007
Strike: Five ways Giles used a sword
Apr. 15th, 2007 11:52 pmTitle: Strike
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Rupert Giles
Genre: Gen
Prompt: From Caia: Five ways Giles used a sword. Although I'm pretty sure that's not how I was meant to do it.
Simple, forward, from side to side; slice through the neck. The vampire turns to dust before the head hits the floor.
To the back, not looking but knowing exactly where his opponent is, he slides the sword under his own arm and into the other's abdomen. There's a gurgling sound, and the sword slips out in a sickening noise as the body behind him doubles over and crumbles.
Another one to the front, this one lower, about the height of his waist. It's always hard to kill a child, even one with a monstrous, hideous face. Nothing innocent there. Still he says a quick prayer for the long lost soul of this one.
He's grabbed from behind; just barely keeps on his feet. His arms are held tight to his body. He struggles, then manages to separate himself from the demon, but can't move too far because there's no time. No room to swing. He hits hard with the hilt, puts his strength behind the blow. Hears the crack of a skull. Blood gushes on his hands, stolen blood but it's still warm. He hastens to back away, and then decapitates in one sharp move.
Movement behind him; he spins around and points the sword. Stops at the very last moment, blade already touching the skin of - the throat of - he falls down to his knees, shuddering. The sword drops to the floor, clank of metal on concrete.
His father says, "It's alright, Rupert. It's all over. You've passed the test. With flying colours, I might add."
Giles nods, numb. Thinking, this is my life, from now on.
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Rupert Giles
Genre: Gen
Prompt: From Caia: Five ways Giles used a sword. Although I'm pretty sure that's not how I was meant to do it.
Simple, forward, from side to side; slice through the neck. The vampire turns to dust before the head hits the floor.
To the back, not looking but knowing exactly where his opponent is, he slides the sword under his own arm and into the other's abdomen. There's a gurgling sound, and the sword slips out in a sickening noise as the body behind him doubles over and crumbles.
Another one to the front, this one lower, about the height of his waist. It's always hard to kill a child, even one with a monstrous, hideous face. Nothing innocent there. Still he says a quick prayer for the long lost soul of this one.
He's grabbed from behind; just barely keeps on his feet. His arms are held tight to his body. He struggles, then manages to separate himself from the demon, but can't move too far because there's no time. No room to swing. He hits hard with the hilt, puts his strength behind the blow. Hears the crack of a skull. Blood gushes on his hands, stolen blood but it's still warm. He hastens to back away, and then decapitates in one sharp move.
Movement behind him; he spins around and points the sword. Stops at the very last moment, blade already touching the skin of - the throat of - he falls down to his knees, shuddering. The sword drops to the floor, clank of metal on concrete.
His father says, "It's alright, Rupert. It's all over. You've passed the test. With flying colours, I might add."
Giles nods, numb. Thinking, this is my life, from now on.