The group of undead burglers made their way through a still, empty food court. Their number was augmented by two new additions dressed in spiffy security uniforms. A plunder of shopping bags that was too many to count was burden of these restless zombies.
"We had best be going," advised Abel even as he spied a jacket from afar. His pet vampire murmered in agreement.
"How many outfits does someone who spends so much time in low light need?" questioned Buffy from atop the Corn Dog on a Stick counter. The mostly zombie crowd gave very little reaction to her attempted surprise.
"Oh, how cute, our first real confrontation," sarcastically said Abel. Only he and the vampire stopped their forward progress, the zombies walked on.
"Tell me, is this early enough in the morning to put one over on you?" asked Abel as his bodyguard took a few steps in Buffy's direction.
"Don't you remember? I'm not one for small talk," challenged Buffy as she threw down a bag of gear onto the counter.
With that the fight began. As Slayer and vampire partnered in a familar duel Abel watched safely from afar. Buffy struck first, leaping off the counter and landing with a kick to the vampire's chin. Her opponent quickly recovered and returned her favor in kind. His kick landed upon Buffy's stomach sending her flying back into a neatly tucked away table.
"You may notice that these vampires are new and improved," called out Abel. The vampire affirmed his statement with a growl and a lunge.
Buffy rolled out of the way letting her aggressor fall onto his face. She added to his punishment with a blow to the back. The vampire scrambled to his feet angrily. A chair became a handy weapon in the hands of a resourceful Slayer. It broke upon impact, but nearly sent it's target to the ground again. Buffy followed its impact with an uppercut.
The vampire rolled back his eyes as if knocked out, but came back at Buffy without warning. First with a nasty claw at the face, then with a knee to the gut, and finally with a trip type maneuver that gave Buffy a close up view of vintage mall cuisine. The Slayer didn't take to a meal just then so kicked backwards just as her attacker came within striking distance.
While in a prone position the vampire struggled to get to his feet once more, but was met by a stake that Buffy had produced from within her jacket. Her prey didn't turn to ashes quickly as was expected and he grabbed at the stake that she firmly held in his chest. Smoke drifted upward from his wound as the vampire bemoaned his pain. The two struggled for control of the stake, but Buffy managed to hold it in place. After a long few seconds the ashes of a former vampire finally littered the floor.
"See, I told you they were improved," commented Abel after his protector finally met his end.
"Yeah, well, not improved enough," Buffy said while she gasped for breath and redirected herself to face Abel.
"My turn," said Abel as an onrush of hellish flames put Buffy into a long distance fling across the food court. She clattered onto a stack of chairs and lay motionless.
"Awww, looks like I win already," Abel declared. He walked toward his victim with ease. An easy victory for someone as great as he. But, it didn't quite work out that way. Without being startled he observed her return to a fighting posture, standing on her own two legs.
"An Amulet of Celindra?" Abel inquired. His answer came in the form of a kick to his chest as he toppled and aquired a more intimate relationship with the ground. Buffy sped off toward the Corn Dog on a Stick counter and her equipment.
Abel scrambled to his feet and let loose another burst of hellfire that accelerated Buffy in an airborne manner toward her destination. She overshot it just a bit and landed behind the counter next to a wastebasket full of corn dog scraps.
"You only delay your death with that blasted piece of jewelry," remarked Abel. Buffy staggered back up and reached into her bag producing a lengthy nail. A quick throw had it darting through the air and pinning Abel against a table that was turned on its side. He looked down and laughed wickedly as Buffy retrieved an ax from her gear.
"First of all, in order to use the Nails of Schlounge properly you are supposed to use them to crucify me. Second of all, there's no such thing as the Nails of Schlounge they're just a myth," Abel explained as he pulled the metal hindrance from his chest and tossed it aside. The wound it left closed up like a minor cut.
Buffy raised her ax in an attempt to strike, but it was blasted from her hands with hellfire. A second blast knocked her up against the Corn Dog on a Stick counter. This time she was signifigantly disoriented and struggled to keep concious.
Abel rose to his feet and stood above Buffy. She kicked at him instinctively. The blow hit without full impact and he only took a few steps back. While still dizzy Buffy came to her feet once more and assumed a halfhazard fighting pose. Abel looked impressed with her resolve.
"I'd like to stay and spar all evening, but as my zombies and therefore my clothes are well on their way, I'll be going now," said Abel with an overly phony polite tone of voice. He disappeared in a quick burst of hellflame.
Relieved, Buffy fell to her knees and drew in a few deep, labored breaths. Combat with a necromancer was more frustrating and tiring then she had expected.
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