If the eerie chanting didn't send shivers down Kavinsky's spine, Buffy knew there was definitely cause for concern. It set her own skin crawling, a sensation she couldn't quite shake. As they ventured further into the pantry, the sight that greeted them was all too familiar—Bringers, as silent and sinister as ever, flanked by two menacing demons, engrossed in some dark ritual.
With a protective instinct kicking in, Buffy raised a hand to signal Kavinsky to hold back. Two Bringers, two demons—clearly, they were outnumbered. "Wait for me to thin out their numbers before you charge in, alright?" she instructed, her tone carrying a hint of authority laced with genuine concern. She might come off as cocky, but Buffy's primary goal was to ensure nobody got hurt under her watch.
True to form, she strode into the heart of the makeshift gathering beneath where Yvonne hung suspended. "A party? And I didn't even get an invite? If I actually belonged in this world, I might be offended," Buffy quipped, her words intended to throw the Bringers off balance for just a moment. It was all she needed. But before she could focus fully on the threat at hand, she spared a quick glance at the tearful Yvonne. "Are you okay?" she asked, receiving a nod in response before the chaos erupted.
In a blur of motion fueled by righteous fury, Buffy unleashed her pent-up anger upon the Bringers. With a swift movement, she snapped the neck of one, sending his lifeless body tumbling aside. The other lunged at her, wrapping a sinewy arm around her neck while its free hand groped blindly, aiming for her eyes.
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With a protective instinct kicking in, Buffy raised a hand to signal Kavinsky to hold back. Two Bringers, two demons—clearly, they were outnumbered. "Wait for me to thin out their numbers before you charge in, alright?" she instructed, her tone carrying a hint of authority laced with genuine concern. She might come off as cocky, but Buffy's primary goal was to ensure nobody got hurt under her watch.
True to form, she strode into the heart of the makeshift gathering beneath where Yvonne hung suspended. "A party? And I didn't even get an invite? If I actually belonged in this world, I might be offended," Buffy quipped, her words intended to throw the Bringers off balance for just a moment. It was all she needed. But before she could focus fully on the threat at hand, she spared a quick glance at the tearful Yvonne. "Are you okay?" she asked, receiving a nod in response before the chaos erupted.
In a blur of motion fueled by righteous fury, Buffy unleashed her pent-up anger upon the Bringers. With a swift movement, she snapped the neck of one, sending his lifeless body tumbling aside. The other lunged at her, wrapping a sinewy arm around her neck while its free hand groped blindly, aiming for her eyes.