madimpossibledreamer | Silly Ogres, Eggs Are Not For You

Hope you had a happy Easter, if you celebrate it (religiously or non-religiously), and if not, I hope you had a great day!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Fusion
Chapter Summary: An unusual Easter. What else do you expect?
Word Count: 405
Rating: Teen

          Buffy sighs, staring forlornly at the ogres, which are gnashing their teeth, waving their clubs menacingly, and smacking Xander into the opposite wall. “This wasn’t how I planned on spending Easter.”
          “What’s wrong with it? I’m having the time of my life!” And with a whoop, Xander’s throwing himself back into the fight.
          Buffy blinks, watching him. The coffee-chocolate was probably a mistake. He’d tried teleporting to the ceiling, only the instant he phased back out of the shadow gravity kicked in and he’d fallen all thirty feet. Landed on his feet too, the lucky bastard. “Is it just me, or does Xander like fighting waaaay too much?”
          Willow tries not to stare at her, because the Slayer is definitely one to talk. Then again, they’d been interrupted during breakfast, and Buffy didn’t look like she’d slept too well, two things that inevitably made her grumpy. “You’re only figuring that out now?”
          “At least he’s trying to take the styling rankings seriously,” Buffy concedes, watching him barely step out of the way of an oncoming blow. To prove how mature he is, he blows a raspberry.
          Willow shrugs, readying another spell to slam an ogre into a wall, seeing how they seemed to like it so much. “Xander and I used to go to the park after dark and find any eggs everyone else didn’t find. The chocolate was so good.” She nudges one of the kidnapped—eggnapped?—eggs with her foot gently, and it rocks a little. Extraction had been easy, because Xander just had to pop in and out of the shadows grabbing an egg at a time while Willow and Buffy held the ogres’ attention (not hard, they sucked at riddles but didn’t want to admit they weren’t MENSA candidates). Once they’d noticed, Willow just retreated to the eggs and raised the deflector shields. “These ones are definitely different, but I’m sure a baby dragon’s much cuter than chocolate. Besides, I’m curious what a dragon-cooked feast is like.” They’d promised a good many things for the return of their egglings, and Xander had been delighted. At the novelty, Willow guessed. That, or he just needed somewhere for his energy to go, what with all the caffeine.
          “The sooner we get done with this, I guess…” Buffy dives into the middle of another group of ogres, Asmosaos and Eghira at the ready, probably going to call down another ball of lightning around herself.