Face to Face: Day 3 - Fireworks in the Air
by MattK
"There’s the signal, Kentucky!" Jamal shouted from the back of Lindsey’s truck.

Lindsey shook his head as he punched the engine. Kentucky. Ah, well. He’d been called worse.

All up and down the deserted street, engines roared to life. A dozen vehicles, each stuffed with Gunn’s people, converged on the warehouse compound.



Four Hours Earlier

Everyone turned to where Spike was standing in the shadows beneath the bridge.

"Beg pardon?" Buffy asked.

"Agincourt," Spike repeated.

"Gesundheit," Xander said.

Spike shook his head and rolled his eyes at the absolute gits he had to deal with. "Back me up on this, Watcher," he said to Giles. He directed the rest of remarks to the Colonials in his audience. "It’s English military history. You might’ve read it in Shakespeare if an American education was worth the paper the books are printed on."

Giles, Wesley, and Angel were all nodding impatiently. "Yes, yes, Spike, I’ve heard of it," Giles said. "Please get to the point."

"Hey, if you’re going to be pissy about it—"

"Spike!"

"Henry V is invading France, and he gets cornered at the field of Agincourt," Spike said without preamble. "The French charge, and they focus on what they think is the major threat: the English knights. Problem is, they don’t know about a little technological innovation the English have with ‘em: longbows. They have a range like nothing the French have ever seen, and they punch right through armor. The French never knew what hit ‘em. Legend has it the English lost a couple dozen compared to 10,000 or so French. They just kept focusing on those knights while the archers cut ‘em down like wheat."


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