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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy's fight with the Siphon continues.
Word Count: 1076
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
“The Slayers,” Severin scoffs. He looks incredulous she’d even brought it up. “You’ve grown soft. Perhaps, at one point, you were relevant, but the name whispered in fear these days is the Siphon. You don’t deserve the power you have. So, I’m going to take it.” She sees it coming not even a second before it does, but it’s enough time to cartwheel out of the way. She’d been waiting for him to pull that quartz laser move, because he’d learned a new move in his arsenal and would be stupid not to use it. She’s pretty sure he’s not stupid. Maybe he’s trying to get her to waste her crossbow bolt, but she’s not stupid, either.
“If you’re such the Big Bad Bogeyman, what do you need my power for? Surely a big, strong man like you doesn’t need a hand up from the likes of little ol’ me.” From the expression he makes, he knows exactly what she’s up to.
“I take power from demons and vampires. I’ll hardly hesitate to take yours.” Okay, she probably should’ve predicted that, given where their so-called conversation had already gone, but it was worth a try.
With a roar of breath he throws himself down at her. Fortunately, she’s had lots and lots of practice with a crossbow, so it’s easy enough to load a bolt and track the trajectory as he comes at her and bury it through one of his eyes. He snarls, bouncing off the shield a little—but yeah, it’s already starting to spark. Well, with him siphoning it and all, of course it wasn’t going to last as long. He yanks out the arrow one-handed, chomping down on the eye, which is kind of gross but she’s not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. Xander pulls off the eyepatch. The Siphon wouldn’t. Unlike what happened with Xander, though, which she remembers in an unfortunate amount of detail, the bright spray of blood is already slowing. The question is whether or not it’ll regrow, and how much power that’ll take. It’s enough of a reprieve for her to grab the swords, just in time, too, as he punches the shield in a flurry. It’s also super useful that the shield somehow doesn’t break with outgoing energy, which doesn’t make much sense to her but she’s also not a student of the magical arts. Willow could probably explain it, but whether that explanation would actually make any more sense is an open question.
She suspects his healing factor is tied into how much power he’s got on tap at the moment, hence why he’d run off rather than fighting her in the bar, and maybe how good his breath is. It’s not infinite like Wolverine’s, which means she has a chance. Just has to wear him down until he’s lost all of that power. It’ll take a while, given how many people and demons he’s siphoned tonight, but she’s got a Slayer’s stamina, too. He’s still dodging the sword-swings, which is definitely impressive. But if she’s not mistaken, she’s got her first clue she’s on the right track, because she’s been watching his breath. It barely faltered when she’d wounded him, but quickly got right back on track. Yeah, okay, so most martial arts styles have a breathing component. It’s important for getting the oxygen to all the right places to kick butt and keep the practitioner in a zen mindset, or something. If not for the hand-glow, she might think he’s just studied karate or something, but there’s both an emphasis on it and he’s making it look utterly natural. She could believe he’s spent entire (kind of boring) days just practicing his breathing. But then, if it’s as important to his technique as she expects, that kind of dedication to keeping himself alive is a given.
Her shield drops, and he tries the same energy attack, only this time the flow goes in reverse. He grabs the awesome sword and tries to pull her energy out of her, and again, she matches her breathing to his and practically shoves. She’d watched Xander’s cheesy kung fu movies, too, and while the voice acting was for the making of fun and sometimes the choreography was terrible…sometimes it wasn’t. And sometimes it taught her about neat concepts like chi. Which now sounds a little more familiar.
He lights up, illuminating the whole warehouse, and for a moment he’s gritting his teeth until something shifts and he starts cackling, and she can’t quite catch her breath, falling to her knees, swords clattering loudly to the ground. Maybe that’s just her. Slayer hearing is a curse, sometimes. Slayer or not, picking up skills quickly or not, she’s at most a green belt going up against a black belt, and that’s just being generous because of her previous martial arts skills. She’s barely started learning this thing, though it’s certainly useful, she’ll give him that. If it hadn’t been obvious what he was before now, it’s clear, because he now feels kind of Slayer-ish. It’ll make tracking him, responding to his attacks easier, because she’s feeling him with more senses than just your mundane five.
She can see why demons would fear this. Because having your power siphoned hurts. She’s been stabbed, shot, poisoned, bit, betrayed, killed, and that’s not even counting the people she’s lost, and only the grief comes close.
He’d probably purposefully gone low-power to try to hide, to live up to that backstory he’d created for himself. Who knows how much of it, if any, was real. It might’ve even worked if she hadn’t had the Slayer Dreams warning her.
And then, with a crackling sound, one of the wooden boxes on the other side of the warehouse falls apart, and Severin’s breathing falters and she’s able to break free. She’s definitely weaker, but so is he.
“What did you do?” He’s not playing anymore. He sounds furious, but then, she’s messed with his all-important breathing.
“I don’t know if you heard about why I was expelled from my L.A. high school. I burnt down the school gym.” She kicks him across the warehouse, giving herself some breathing room. That’s almost funny. “Some things never change.”
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy's fight with the Siphon continues.
Word Count: 1076
Rating: Teen (Buffy|Jojo's level violence)
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS
Buffy smirks at that one, still trying to copy Jotaro’s nonchalance, because it’s the thing popping into her head right now. “Excuse you, but that role’s been filled by Slayers for forever. You’re redundant.”
“The Slayers,” Severin scoffs. He looks incredulous she’d even brought it up. “You’ve grown soft. Perhaps, at one point, you were relevant, but the name whispered in fear these days is the Siphon. You don’t deserve the power you have. So, I’m going to take it.” She sees it coming not even a second before it does, but it’s enough time to cartwheel out of the way. She’d been waiting for him to pull that quartz laser move, because he’d learned a new move in his arsenal and would be stupid not to use it. She’s pretty sure he’s not stupid. Maybe he’s trying to get her to waste her crossbow bolt, but she’s not stupid, either.
“If you’re such the Big Bad Bogeyman, what do you need my power for? Surely a big, strong man like you doesn’t need a hand up from the likes of little ol’ me.” From the expression he makes, he knows exactly what she’s up to.
“I take power from demons and vampires. I’ll hardly hesitate to take yours.” Okay, she probably should’ve predicted that, given where their so-called conversation had already gone, but it was worth a try.
With a roar of breath he throws himself down at her. Fortunately, she’s had lots and lots of practice with a crossbow, so it’s easy enough to load a bolt and track the trajectory as he comes at her and bury it through one of his eyes. He snarls, bouncing off the shield a little—but yeah, it’s already starting to spark. Well, with him siphoning it and all, of course it wasn’t going to last as long. He yanks out the arrow one-handed, chomping down on the eye, which is kind of gross but she’s not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. Xander pulls off the eyepatch. The Siphon wouldn’t. Unlike what happened with Xander, though, which she remembers in an unfortunate amount of detail, the bright spray of blood is already slowing. The question is whether or not it’ll regrow, and how much power that’ll take. It’s enough of a reprieve for her to grab the swords, just in time, too, as he punches the shield in a flurry. It’s also super useful that the shield somehow doesn’t break with outgoing energy, which doesn’t make much sense to her but she’s also not a student of the magical arts. Willow could probably explain it, but whether that explanation would actually make any more sense is an open question.
She suspects his healing factor is tied into how much power he’s got on tap at the moment, hence why he’d run off rather than fighting her in the bar, and maybe how good his breath is. It’s not infinite like Wolverine’s, which means she has a chance. Just has to wear him down until he’s lost all of that power. It’ll take a while, given how many people and demons he’s siphoned tonight, but she’s got a Slayer’s stamina, too. He’s still dodging the sword-swings, which is definitely impressive. But if she’s not mistaken, she’s got her first clue she’s on the right track, because she’s been watching his breath. It barely faltered when she’d wounded him, but quickly got right back on track. Yeah, okay, so most martial arts styles have a breathing component. It’s important for getting the oxygen to all the right places to kick butt and keep the practitioner in a zen mindset, or something. If not for the hand-glow, she might think he’s just studied karate or something, but there’s both an emphasis on it and he’s making it look utterly natural. She could believe he’s spent entire (kind of boring) days just practicing his breathing. But then, if it’s as important to his technique as she expects, that kind of dedication to keeping himself alive is a given.
Her shield drops, and he tries the same energy attack, only this time the flow goes in reverse. He grabs the awesome sword and tries to pull her energy out of her, and again, she matches her breathing to his and practically shoves. She’d watched Xander’s cheesy kung fu movies, too, and while the voice acting was for the making of fun and sometimes the choreography was terrible…sometimes it wasn’t. And sometimes it taught her about neat concepts like chi. Which now sounds a little more familiar.
He lights up, illuminating the whole warehouse, and for a moment he’s gritting his teeth until something shifts and he starts cackling, and she can’t quite catch her breath, falling to her knees, swords clattering loudly to the ground. Maybe that’s just her. Slayer hearing is a curse, sometimes. Slayer or not, picking up skills quickly or not, she’s at most a green belt going up against a black belt, and that’s just being generous because of her previous martial arts skills. She’s barely started learning this thing, though it’s certainly useful, she’ll give him that. If it hadn’t been obvious what he was before now, it’s clear, because he now feels kind of Slayer-ish. It’ll make tracking him, responding to his attacks easier, because she’s feeling him with more senses than just your mundane five.
She can see why demons would fear this. Because having your power siphoned hurts. She’s been stabbed, shot, poisoned, bit, betrayed, killed, and that’s not even counting the people she’s lost, and only the grief comes close.
He’d probably purposefully gone low-power to try to hide, to live up to that backstory he’d created for himself. Who knows how much of it, if any, was real. It might’ve even worked if she hadn’t had the Slayer Dreams warning her.
And then, with a crackling sound, one of the wooden boxes on the other side of the warehouse falls apart, and Severin’s breathing falters and she’s able to break free. She’s definitely weaker, but so is he.
“What did you do?” He’s not playing anymore. He sounds furious, but then, she’s messed with his all-important breathing.
“I don’t know if you heard about why I was expelled from my L.A. high school. I burnt down the school gym.” She kicks him across the warehouse, giving herself some breathing room. That’s almost funny. “Some things never change.”
