His wrist was aching from
wielding one of the swords they had been sent to retrieve. He swung at his
attacker and watched in satisfaction as the sword cut through the layers of goo
and severed the demon’s arm. An enraged roar filled the sewer as the beast
clutched at his stump and span to face Wesley, reaching down and picking up his
arm, preparing to club the Englishman to death with it.
Wesley ignored the danger as his eyes were drawn to the pale mystical glow that
emanated from his sword’s blade. His blue eyes took on a dreamy fascinated
quality, one that all his friends and colleagues recognised as ‘I wish I
had my books here as this is fascinating.’
“Quite magnificent,” he whispered. His attention focused on the blade he was
entirely oblivious to the fight around him and the incipient danger he was in
from a amputated arm. Instead his mind was filled with information about the
swords and their origins.
The enchanted blades of Iiliard, all four of them having powers for good, which
had until a few days ago been used by the Druidic Eistied clan to the North of
Los Angeles, but they had been stolen by the demon that they were currently
fighting. Great drops of sweat were trickling down his back and he wondered just
how on earth he’d gotten into this. One minute he’d been reading a good book
and now he was waist deep in sewer water and fighting off what could only be
described as a Killer Snot Demon. Oh right, they couldn’t allow these mystical
blades to be used for ill – it was wrong.
“English duck!” Gunn called out as he swung his sword. He managed to chop
the arm in half as he wielded his sword with a grin.
‘Duck?' Wesley looked down and the filthy water with goodness knows
what floating in it and frowned. There was absolutely no way he was putting his
face in, "Urk!" He suddenly fell face forward as Angel pushed him
firmly in the back. ‘Oh god this is disgusting…’
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Get the hell away from here! Go and shower all of you, oh my god, you guys
stink!” Cordelia held a file up in front of her defensively as she examined
the three soaked men who were pushing their way through the door and into the
foyer. She wrinkled her nose at them. “Oh my god I can smell you from here!
What is this? A new beauty regime? Face pack de poop with a deep tissue massage
using sewer water scented oil. ICK!” she pointed imperiously to the stairs.
“Go get clean and make sure you burn your clothes you guys, cos those are
stains that no dry cleaner will ever get out!”
Wesley, Gunn and Angel all sheepishly nodded and crept around Cordelia and slunk
upstairs to freshen up.
“Wait, did you find them?”
Her question was greeted with a series of grunts and nods as they trudged
upstairs for much needed showers.
~~~~~~~~~
Wesley watched as Angel oiled the last of the four swords carefully and laid it
out on the desk in front of him. Each one of the hilts was decorated with
precious stones – opals on one, Rubies on another and sapphires and emeralds
of the final two.
“They are gorgeous,” Cordelia breathed as she ran an appreciative finger
along the edge of one. The metal had an iridescent glow to it; they lay there
shimmering in the artificial light. “God those druids know a thing or two
about making weapons all pretty.”
“Indeed, and they all seem to be in excellent condition.” Wesley picked the
one with opals on its hilt up and checked the balance of the blade. “Superbly
made, they are pure perfection.” All four members of Angel Investigation were
seated around the desk absorbed in the Eistied blades, unaware of the danger
behind them.
“And extremely powerful in the right hands,” Lilah’s voice was the last
thing any of them heard as darkness clouded their vision.
