The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

[demonbelthazor]

With the powers he'd gained from vanquished demons, Bel was able to fight back against the Beast. But even with those powers, he was still tired and once again wondering why he was struggling so hard to survive. He was trapped here for eternity, and he didn't want to spend that time running for his life.


[For them that know who they are. NFB due to distance.]

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Great, the things were intelligent enough to work in tandem. Aziraphale was beginning to realize that this was going to be, honestly, more difficult than he'd hoped.

As soon as the one in front of him was within reach, he struck out with a slicing swing, the blade flaring as it came in contact with the tongue.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

His sword managed to nick the tongue, which drew back in agony.

The other tongue took advantage of the distraction to lash out and wrap around his ankle from behind.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale felt the thing snake around his ankle. Taking advantage of the pause in the first tongue's assault, he gave a great flap of his wings and shot upward.

Time to see how long these tongues were.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Flight was not something the tongues were used to dealing with. It stretched up and attempted to reach the very powerful being in the air.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Which was exactly what the angel had hoped for. Moving further and further away, but not so fast that the tongue would lose its grip, Aziraphale flew higher.

Then he brought the sword around in a sweeping arc and down toward the tongue.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

And he managed to sever the tongue in half.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Wings beating to keep the angel from flying off through the air when the tongue's hold was released, Aziraphale took a moment to reorient himself, then dove back down toward the first attacker.

He landed lightly on the sand, sword at the ready.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

You would think that the tongues would have realized trying to attack Aziraphale was futile. But they weren't exactly bright and he had a lot of power and they wanted it.

So there was another tongue slithering towards him.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

As long as they were attacking Aziraphale, they weren't bothering the others. Although from the sounds of what was going on around him, that wasn't much consolation.

This time the angel charged at the tongue, both hands gripping the sword in an attempt to skewer it to the sand.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

The tongue attempted to wrap itself around his waist and knock him off balance before he could strike.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

It moved fast, snaking around his waist as Aziraphale changed tactics in mid-strike. Flaring his wings wide to strengthen his stance, the angel dug in his heels, bringing the sword up high above his head. He let the tongue pull at him, then plunged the sword downward toward where the thing disappeared into the sand.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Well, that did the trick and killed the tongue. Too bad the part around his waist was wrapped too tightly to fall off.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

What the...?

With a snort of annoyed disgust, Aziraphale ignored the thing for the time being, much more focused on examining his surroundings for more tongue attacks. Or for any of his fellow rescuers who looked in need of help.

[nadiathesaint]

He might notice Nadia, a tongue around her wrist, yelling "OwowowowowowA LITTLE HELP HEREowowowowowowowow"