The End: A Decent Brawl
by Rougue_Slayer
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We see Angel running in the alley. The same alley any survivors were supposed to meet if they made it out alive. Rain poured down on Angel’s face, hitting him like nails. Angel searched wildly up and down the alley for any signs of his friends.
“Boo.” Said a voice from behind him. Angel turned around to see Spike. He wasn’t harmed much, just a few deep scratches on his face. Angel was relieved. He didn’t want to be in this alone.

“Anyone else?” he asked fearing the answer. “Not so far. You feel it?”

“It’s coming.” Angel responded, still looking down the alley. “Finally got ourselves a decent brawl.” Spike said to no one in particular.

“Damn!” said a voice from behind them. The two vampires looked down the alley. Gunn was jogging toward them favoring his left rib. “How’d I know the fang boys would pull through?” Spike and Angel ran toward him.
“You’re lucky were on the same side ‘cause I was on fire tonight my game was… (his breathing became labored) tight.”

Looking at Gunn thoroughly Spike said, “You’re supposed to wear that stuff on the inside Charlie boy.” Gunn was covered in blood. All of it being his own. He was bleeding from various wounds on his body, and losing that much blood was having an obvious effect on him. Gunn looked at the blood on his hand and realized how close he was to death. Shuddering he said “Any word on Wes?” As he said that Illyria jumped from the roof above. She seemed uninjured but soaking wet like the rest of them.

“Wesley’s dead.” She responded. Grief hit each of them, right there like an arrow. With a confused look she said, “I am feeling grief for him. I can not seem to control it.” Her voice wavered. Shouting could be heard in the distance. “I wish to do more violence.” As the shouting grew louder Spike said, “Well wishes just happen to be horses to day.” “Among other things.” They all turned toward the shouts. Hundreds of demons were charging at them. An army of every species known to them, Giants, and a large flying dragon to put the icing on their demon-y cake.

“Okay you take the 30,000 on the left…” Illyria looked at him with a doubtful look. “You’re fading. You’ll last ten minutes at best.” “Then let’s make them memorable.” he said willfully, his voice filled with pride. “And in terms of a plan?” Spike asked.
“We fight.” Angel said simply. “A bit more specific?”

"With a smile on his face he said, "Well personally, I kind of wanna slay the dragon." They all looked at the approaching army.

"Let's go to work." Angel raises his sword and...

CLASH

This is where "Not fade away" the last episode of Angel, season five ends. I take it farther.


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