Post by The Muse on Aug 5, 2009 23:08:39 GMT -5
Title: Wesley vs Justine
Challenge: #3 Battle Scene
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Wesley & Justine
Summary: Wesley goes knocking on Justine's door following Angel's disappearance in "Tomorrow". Set just before "Deep Down"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, a little blood
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters
Word Count: 569
Author's Note: None
WHAM!!
The door flew off its hinges, as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce stepped inside the dimly lit apartment. And then had to suddenly duck when a baseball bat came flying at his head. Rolling onto his feet, Wesley whirled around, as Justine Cooper swung her bat again. Dodging the bat, Wesley quickly moved in, catching the bat in one hand and delivering a blow to Justine’s jaw with the other. She staggered back, losing hold of the bat, which Wesley tossed aside, before assuming an aggressive stance
“What the hell are you doing here, English?” Justine demanded
“I’m here for the whereabouts of Angel. I’m sure you would know”
“No, I don’t. Why would I care about a disgusting creature like him?”
“See, now I believe you had something to do with his disappearance”
Justine lunged at the ex-Watcher, but he grabbed her arms and tossed her aside. She crashed into the chair legs, but quickly got up, hair askew and anger etched on her face as she swung her left fist. Wesley blocked and swung, but Justine ducked and sank her fist into his stomach, before slamming her elbow onto his back. Wesley hit the floor, as Justine then grabbed him by the back of his jacket, throwing him backwards onto the small coffee table. Glass flew everywhere when Wesley smashed the table apart, as Justine grabbed his shirt and struck him in the face. Grabbing hold of her wrist, Wesley planted one foot in Justine’s stomach and threw her overhead, sending her flying into the couch, knocking it over, as he got to his feet and stepped around the couch, as Justine shakily got to her feet
She swung her fist, but Wesley ducked and dodged to his right, swinging his fist. Justine staggered, as Wesley followed up with a straight blow to her chin. Spitting blood, Justine flew into a rage, swinging her fists wildly, as Wesley did his best to block and deflect, before delivering a kick to her stomach, knocking her back. Following through, he grabbed Justine and threw her into the small kitchen. Justine groaned when she hit the refrigerator, before dodging Wesley’s fist and striking him in the jaw, then grabbed him and threw him against the sink. Parrying her fist, Wesley drove his elbow into her face, before following up with another punch, knocking her to the ground. Justine groaned, spitting up blood as Wesley stood over her
“You’re gonna tell me everything you know,” Wesley said, “Or I’ll just settle for beating it out of you”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you’ll love doing that,” Justine said, “Beating up a woman”
“What have you done with Angel?”
Justine didn’t reply. Instead, she swung her leg upwards, striking Wesley in the groin. He doubled over, groaning in pain, as Justine rose up, grabbing a vase and smashing it on Wesley’s head, before grabbing the baseball bat. Wesley straightened, narrowly dodging the bat, before doing a small roll when Justine swung again. Grabbing one of the chairs, Wesley swung it around, throwing it at Justine and knocking her down, before grabbing the bat and taking it away from her, then delivering a few blows, the last one knocking her unconscious. Sighing, Wesley removed the chair, before lifting Justine up and carrying her fireman style from the apartment. Thankfully, there was no one about, as he deposited Justine in his car, before driving away from the scene
Challenge: #3 Battle Scene
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Wesley & Justine
Summary: Wesley goes knocking on Justine's door following Angel's disappearance in "Tomorrow". Set just before "Deep Down"
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, a little blood
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters
Word Count: 569
Author's Note: None
WHAM!!
The door flew off its hinges, as Wesley Wyndam-Pryce stepped inside the dimly lit apartment. And then had to suddenly duck when a baseball bat came flying at his head. Rolling onto his feet, Wesley whirled around, as Justine Cooper swung her bat again. Dodging the bat, Wesley quickly moved in, catching the bat in one hand and delivering a blow to Justine’s jaw with the other. She staggered back, losing hold of the bat, which Wesley tossed aside, before assuming an aggressive stance
“What the hell are you doing here, English?” Justine demanded
“I’m here for the whereabouts of Angel. I’m sure you would know”
“No, I don’t. Why would I care about a disgusting creature like him?”
“See, now I believe you had something to do with his disappearance”
Justine lunged at the ex-Watcher, but he grabbed her arms and tossed her aside. She crashed into the chair legs, but quickly got up, hair askew and anger etched on her face as she swung her left fist. Wesley blocked and swung, but Justine ducked and sank her fist into his stomach, before slamming her elbow onto his back. Wesley hit the floor, as Justine then grabbed him by the back of his jacket, throwing him backwards onto the small coffee table. Glass flew everywhere when Wesley smashed the table apart, as Justine grabbed his shirt and struck him in the face. Grabbing hold of her wrist, Wesley planted one foot in Justine’s stomach and threw her overhead, sending her flying into the couch, knocking it over, as he got to his feet and stepped around the couch, as Justine shakily got to her feet
She swung her fist, but Wesley ducked and dodged to his right, swinging his fist. Justine staggered, as Wesley followed up with a straight blow to her chin. Spitting blood, Justine flew into a rage, swinging her fists wildly, as Wesley did his best to block and deflect, before delivering a kick to her stomach, knocking her back. Following through, he grabbed Justine and threw her into the small kitchen. Justine groaned when she hit the refrigerator, before dodging Wesley’s fist and striking him in the jaw, then grabbed him and threw him against the sink. Parrying her fist, Wesley drove his elbow into her face, before following up with another punch, knocking her to the ground. Justine groaned, spitting up blood as Wesley stood over her
“You’re gonna tell me everything you know,” Wesley said, “Or I’ll just settle for beating it out of you”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you’ll love doing that,” Justine said, “Beating up a woman”
“What have you done with Angel?”
Justine didn’t reply. Instead, she swung her leg upwards, striking Wesley in the groin. He doubled over, groaning in pain, as Justine rose up, grabbing a vase and smashing it on Wesley’s head, before grabbing the baseball bat. Wesley straightened, narrowly dodging the bat, before doing a small roll when Justine swung again. Grabbing one of the chairs, Wesley swung it around, throwing it at Justine and knocking her down, before grabbing the bat and taking it away from her, then delivering a few blows, the last one knocking her unconscious. Sighing, Wesley removed the chair, before lifting Justine up and carrying her fireman style from the apartment. Thankfully, there was no one about, as he deposited Justine in his car, before driving away from the scene
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