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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 25, 2008 21:26:57 GMT -5
Post a five paragraph audition for the character of Charles Gunn.
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Post by Charles Gunn on Apr 28, 2008 14:56:53 GMT -5
'This axe is heavy...' was the thought that kept returning to Gunn's mind. Not that he had time to dwell.
He was busy dodging a large beast that seemed a mix between and Ogre and a troll and smelled an awfully lot like Harmony's breath after a coffee break. If he had time he would have smiled sarcastically at the thought of fighting Harmony...of course he didn't have that sort of time.
He ducked deftly aside, bringing the axe to the back of his opponent, then withdrawing, turning to meet yet another unyielding creature upon them by his old 'bosses'. This beast was shorter at least, but reminded him of a younger and smellier version of the first.
'Great they're sending in the elites' he thought. As he came forward wielding the axe, gun intended to use the move Wesley had shown him for a quick decapitation. However this time his weapon didn't move so quickly, and the creature caught his blade in a the grip of a curved sword. The parry was effective, making the street brawler loose his grip on the axe, and a following punch slammed him into a nearby dumpster. The creature came forward, growling in its confidence. Gun looked around for the axe, but found nothing but a nearby trash bin...with a glimmer of-
The creature rushed forward its teeth ready to sink into the soft fleshy human. A quick movement by Gunn stopped the creature cold and caused it to shriek in pain as it flailed away. A large glass bottle had been shoved in its gullet, "Complements of the Heineken brewing company!" Gun yelled as he kicked the the bottle further into the vulnerable jaw. The creature fell over in its own blood, and Gunn staggered back to rejoin the group.
As the rain came down, Gunn kept moving, doing all he could to remain in the fight. He didn't have the speed of the 'Fangboys', or the confident strikes of Illyria, and as they began to get beaten back, Gunns' strength wained, surged only by adrenaline and simple grit. Now as another wave of creatures approached, he turned to the others, who were also at their last.
"You still live." Illyria said confusingly. Either upset she was wrong, or relieved that an ally remained.
"Yeah...we pesky humans, full of surprises." Gunn said in a labored tone as he now cradled a second wound on his arm.
"You got another 'ten' in their Charley boy?" Spike said as he snapped the neck of a still twitching demon.
"Why not, can't let you immortals have all the fun." He said trying to stand but nearly unsuccessfully this time. Angel took notice.
"Gunn stay down, we can still-" he broke off as the sounds of another set of creatures approaching interrupted him.
"One hell of a party Angel...figure we got another 29,000 to go..." He said as he began to slip into unconsciousness.
"This axe is heavy..." he said as pulled the large bloodied axe near his reclining frame, trying to remain from falling over.
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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 28, 2008 16:16:40 GMT -5
Accepted
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