our hospital facilities are nationally acclaimed

[cross_and_bow]

Bella wakes up a day and a half later, a medical miracle with a splitting headache. (Between what she knows about her own construction and what the doctors mutter to the nurses, the demon stepped on her, it broke her spine, she passed out from pain and shock, and she could have easily died if she weren't blessed or the Slayer - both were probably called for.)

[Sherlock? Giles?] she attempts, when she's solicited and received pain medication.

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[eversomuchfun]

"One moment," he says, and risks a glance over the side of the truck.

As he resumes scrabbling after squares, he also points.

"That way. Bottom of a tunnel. I'm not sure which one, but that's where his scent is coming from."

[cross_and_bow]

Bella tries to wish him dead. She tries more specificity - wishes his throat slit, his neck broken -

Nothing doing.

"Square won't touch him," she says helplessly. "We might have to kill all the Defenders before I can get at him without getting pulverized."

[eversomuchfun]

"Fire?" he suggests.

[cross_and_bow]

Bella grabs at the wand again, peeps over the edge of the truck, floods all the holes there and the intervening spaces with flames.

The Defenders keep coming. She kills the fire so she can concentrate on wishing. "Can you tell if I got him?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Not sure yet."

[cross_and_bow]

Wish. Wish. Wish. Wish. God, there's so many. "I have never been more annoyed than I am right now that Shell Bell didn't invite me to break her arm for one - damn - pentagon -" Wish wish wish wish wishwishwishwishwish.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock pops up again, just for a moment.

"Don't think you got him," he reports. "Not deep enough, you think?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Or he's protected from fire somehow - But I have to know where to send the fire and I don't know which way the tunnels turn -"

[eversomuchfun]

"I could make a try for him," Sherlock offers. "These things could make my life very unpleasant but they'd have a hard time actually killing me unless they managed to pull my head off."

[cross_and_bow]

"But they could probably do that. One of them carelessly stepping on me would probably've killed me if it weren't for Amariah's work." Wishwishwishwish -

[eversomuchfun]

"Of the two of us I'm still better suited to make the attempt if we run out of squares."

[cross_and_bow]

"If we run out," agrees Bella.

[eversomuchfun]

That time has not yet come, but it is fast approaching.

On the other hand... there are fewer Defenders pouring out of the ground than there used to be.

[cross_and_bow]

Bella concentrates her efforts on the direction in which their master supposedly hides, so it will be safe for Sherlock to make a break for it while she covers them on the other side sooner.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock keeps going for the nearest Defenders, because it won't do them any good if they clear a path in one direction and get clobbered from the other.

[cross_and_bow]

And now they're - as far as Bella can see -

out of squares.

"Get him! I'll try to lead the last Defenders away," she says, vaulting out of the back of the pickup and sprinting through the grove, taking flying leaps over fallen trees.

[eversomuchfun]

He leaps out in the other direction and flings himself down a tunnel that doesn't presently have a Defender climbing out of it.

[cross_and_bow]

There is a Defender on its way to rectifying that situation!

[eversomuchfun]

There's room in the tunnel for both of them, more or less.

Sherlock dives straight past it.

[cross_and_bow]

It makes a grab for him, but this isn't its lucky day. It does turn and chase him, though.

[eversomuchfun]

It can do that if it likes. Sherlock bets he is faster.

[cross_and_bow]

The tunnel leads to the throne room, where the man who was originally sitting in a circle of dancing Defenders is pacing. He is most alarmed to see Sherlock approach, but if he can conjure up a new Defender on short notice, he doesn't do it right then. Instead he chooses this time to deliver insults.

"Interfering brat! Do you know what you've -"

[eversomuchfun]

That was a poor time to deliver insults.

[cross_and_bow]

Alas, the man will never have time to regret his decision.

The Defender disintegrates.

[Sherlock! The ones that I managed to lead away are dust - did you get him?]

[eversomuchfun]

[Yes I did,] he says. [Now I will see about climbing out.]