Fourth drabble for the day

[agilebrit]

Title: Last Battle
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG for after-battle mayhem
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: challenge100's #39 "Apocalypse" challenge.
Notes: Spoilers for "Not Fade Away."

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They'd retreated into the Hyperion to regroup and take a breath. Angel's ace up his sleeve, the sanctorium spell, had been reinstated by the Three Furies. Gunn, unconscious, was out of the fight. Spike's arm was broken, but he'd been able to support Illyria into the building. Something had hit her head, and she muttered a confused mixture of Fred-babble and her own unique cadences. Bleeding and bruised, Angel was nevertheless relatively unscathed.

He exchanged a glance with Spike. "Get her out. This isn't your war."

"Bugger that, mate."

"Your choice. Shall we?"

Spike grinned ferociously. "Let's go to work."