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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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia couldn't pull back against the tongue if she didn't want to dislocate her shoulder twice in one night, so she was stuck whacking at it with her baton.

"OwowowowowowA LITTLE HELP HEREowowowowowowowow"

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale was just starting to think that he really should try to get that piece of tongue from around his waist when he heard Nadia's call for help. Bolting off in her direction, he slid to a halt and swung the sword in the same motion, slicing toward the tentacle that was wrapped around her wrist.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stared in shock as the tongue and her hand were lopped neatly off.

". . . hand. . . ."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Oops.

Aziraphale looked down at the hand, eyes widening. "Oh my dear, I am so sorry." He reached down and picked it up, then felt a strange sort of pulling sensation.

Quickly looking back at Nadia, he realized that she was fading away, just as he felt himself begin to disincorporate once more.

"Bugger."