The Mighty Belthazor

Bel noticed Anders and . . . had no idea what to say. At all. "Um," he finally said. "How-how did you get here?"

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Phoebe smiled at Anders a little weakly, before looking back at Cole. "I came back to get you," she explained. "Our friends came to help. I used a spell."

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"Phoebe, you don't belong here, none of you do!" Cole said. "You have to get out of here, now, before the Beast gets you!"

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"I am not leaving here without you, Cole," she said stubbornly. "I came to get you ouut of here and bring you home."

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"Don't worry, dude. We're getting out of here as soon as possible. Only.. *you* don't belong here any more than the rest of us do," Bridge insists to Bel. "So you're coming back with us."

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And it was at that point that a tongue circled around Bridge's ankle, yanking him off his feet and dragging him roughly over the sands and rocks.

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Anders saw Bridge get yanked off his feet and winced as he hit his head against a rock.

That was it. No supernatural creepy tongue thing frakked with his best friend.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" yelled Anders. He reached into his pocket and let loose with the heavier of his two yo-yos, hoping to lasso the tentacle with it.

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The tongue released Bridge and reared back, pulling at the string so that it yanked Anders toward it. Then it lunged forward, punching into Anders's chest.

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The baseball bat went flying, and Anders yelped at the impact. "Motherfr -- ow!" he groaned, too winded for just this moment to react in any offensive manner.

Actually, his most notable reaction was falling to the ground, hard, doubled up in pain.

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"Anders!" Phoebe cried out, then looked around to see where the baseball bat had landed. When she didn't see it close enough, she planted her feet and raised her hands in one of the fighting stances she had learned. She hoped that someone would get Anders on his feet while she was between him and the tongue. She really wanted to just get Cole and get the rest of them out of here.

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Cole grabbed Phoebe's arm. "Dammit, Phoebe, get out of here!" he said. "This place is too dangerous, just look!" He looked around at where the others were getting attacked. "You're all going to die. The Beast won't give up, ever!"

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Phoebe levelled her gaze on her boyfriend. "We are not leaving here without you, Cole. We all came willingly to get you out of here and bring you home to us." She pulled her arm gently out of his hand. "I'm not losing you again," she said softly. She turned to look at the tongues again. "I can get you out of here."

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Anders struggled to his feet, retrieved his baseball bat, and limped up toward Phoebe and Bel. "Face it, man," he said. "We can be just as frakking stubborn as you sometimes, okay? So shut the frak up and stop arguing, 'cause you're coming back with us."

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Phoebe looked at their friends and then she looked at Cole. "Trust me."

She closedher eyes for a moment as she recalled the spell.

" In this night and in this hour
I call upon the ancient power
Cole will follow when we return
~~Because we are smarter than Brad Kern~~
So his spirit we no longer mourn
Soul to soul, I bind thee.
Soul to soul, return with me."

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Oooh, magic. That really got the tongue's attention. It lunged at Phoebe and wrapped around her, knocking her down.

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Phoebe cursed as the tongue wrapped around her. When she felt herself hit the ground, she cried out in pain. This was going to leave such a bad memory.

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"Phoebe!" Anders came after the tongue with his baseball bat, swearing -- and wincing when he realized it hurt to swing. He thought he got in one or two good whacks before a sharp lance of pain made him drop the bat again.

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Another tongue slitered up behind Anders, and as soon as he stopped swinging, it lashed out at his face, smacking him across the jaw.

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