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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[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"