The Mighty Belthazor

Piper froze the arrow that was aimed directly at her, but she didn't have time to freeze the others. She watched in horror as the other arrows made their way to their targets.

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There's total fear in Paige's eyes as the arrow comes towards her, she has to orb to away from her, it's her only option, "arrow," she says wiliing to orb to the side of her and fall to the ground.

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Bel wasn't expecting an arrow to come at him. Hello, demon, arrow was pretty pointless. So he was surprised when one flew at him. He dodged to one side, but the arrow grazed his left shoulder, leaving a long bloody gash.

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Angel, on the other hand, was ready. He grabbed the arrow out of the air, then immediately flung it back, pointy end first, at the demon.

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Michael orbed the arrow away from himself and it clattered to the ground uselessly.

"Nice try," he sneered at the vampire.

He aimed the crossbow at the whitelighter and shot again, this arrow splitting in two, both flying at her torso.

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Paige froze as she saw the crowbow aimed at her, quickly she orbing an arrow towards him not noticing the second one that hit her in her stomach, she winced at the pain and cursed, she had no idea what to do. Doubting the clinic would be able to fix her she orbed herself to the only place she could think of, the Manor.

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Michael wasn't expecting the half breed to orb one of the arrows back at him and he looked down in surprise when it hit him in the shoulder.

"You won't win, Belthazor," he managed before exploding in a shower of black particles.

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"Paige!" Piper cried frantically, fearing the worst. She couldn't help it when tears began to form. She had no idea where Paige had gone.

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"She probably orbed herself to the clinic, Piper," Bel said. "They can take care of her there."

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"But the arrow is poisonous," Piper said, trying to calm down. "Can they fix that?"

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"Sure," Bel said, deciding now was not the best time to tell Piper that her sister just might linger in agony for several hours before dying if another whitelighter didn't heal her. "They healed Angel, didn't they?"

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A scornful voice floated down the tunnel before them. "My son, working with a Whitelighter. Is there no limit to the depths to which you will sink?"

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"He came from you," Angel said, keeping a close eye on Bel's mother. "Really there's nowhere to go but up."

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"Angelus," Elishevara said with a sigh. "I told Raynor a vampire couldn't be trusted. You were supposed to make Belthazor a stronger demon, not make him even more pathetic and weak."

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"And last I checked," Angel said, deliberately pitching his voice to sound more Angelus-like, "I don't check to see whether or not my actions meet with your approval. There's a whole 'not giving a crap' issue to deal with."

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"Then what have you been doing with my son since you claimed him?" Elishevara said. "Not training him, obviously. I'm told he does have other uses, though, perhaps that is why you wanted him to be yours?"

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"Oh this is getting boring," Piper said, rolling her eyes. She pulled the vanquishing potion out of her pocket, getting ready to throw it at her.

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Elishevara caught the motion. "What do you have there? For me? You shouldn't have." She flicked her hand out, sending Piper flying back several feet.

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Piper flew back, crashing hard into a cavern wall. Once she fell to the ground, the potion vial rolled out of her hand. And she groaned in pain.

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While Elishevara was focused on Piper, Angel aimed a punch towards the side of Bel's mother's head.

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Elishevara's head snapped back, but she kept her footing and laughed. She summoned an athame to her hand, but the blade did not have the gleam of metal. It was carved from wood. She stabbed at Angel's chest.

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Angel leapt back out of the way of her blade. He tried to aim a roundhouse kick towards her knees.

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Bel had conjured a fireball at his mother's approach, but hadn't yet had a clear shot to throw it. At least that's what he told himself, and maybe even believed it. It had nothing to do with freezing up when having to face down his mother for the first time in his life.

Elishevara shimmered away from Angel's kick, reappearing further down the tunnel. "Belthazor," she taunted, "are you going to just stand there uselessly? Or are you going to save your witch? Or maybe it's too late and I already killed her."

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