Angel - Hells War RP
Angel and the Team have just killed off all the Circle of the Black Thorn members. Westley was killed during the event and Lorne has run off after shooting Lindsey. Now the Senior Partners of Wolfram and Hart have sent Los Angeles into Hell and a Legion of Demons, Giants, and even a Dragon are heading towards Team Angel in an Attempt to destroy them. Among the Survivors are Angel, Spike, Illyria, and a Mortally Wounded Gunn. The odds seem against them but little do they know, Reinforcments are on the way.
ReCap of events to this point
ALLEY BEHIND THE HYPERION - NIGHT
Angel runs down the alley behind the Hyperion, carrying his sword, running through the pouring rain. When he gets to the chain-link fence at the end of the alley, he looks around for the others, but doesn't see anyone. The sky thunders above him as the heavy rain continues.
SPIKE
Boo.
(walks out from the shadows)
ANGEL
Anyone else?
SPIKE
Not so far. You feel the heat?
ANGEL
It's coming.
SPIKE
Finally got ourselves a decent brawl.
GUNN
(running down the street toward them, carrying his homemade battle-axe)
Damn! How did I know the fang boys would pull through?
(his steps become progressively less sure, weaker)
You're lucky we're on the same side, dogs, 'cause I was on fire tonight.
(weakly)
My game was tight.
(almost collapses, but Angel and Spike catch him, helping him to a box on which he can sit down)
SPIKE
(looking at Gunn's wounds)
You're supposed to wear the red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy.
GUNN
(looks down at his wounds)
Any word on Wes?
ILLYRIA
(jumps down from the chain-link fence to stand behind Angel)
Wesley's dead.
(Angel looks heartbroken; Gunn cries; Spike hangs his head)
I'm feeling grief for him.
(a crowd clamors in the background)
I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
SPIKE
(the noisy crowd is getting closer)
Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
ANGEL
Among other things.
Angel looks at the approaching crowd. It's hundreds, if not thousands, of demons of all sorts, shapes and sizes. A huge winged dragon flies angrily toward them overhead.
GUNN
OK. You take the 30,000 on the left...
ILLYRIA
You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best.
GUNN
(stands)
Then let's make 'em memorable.
Angel steps forward and Spike, Gunn and Illyria follow. Spike is standing off to Angel's right side. Angel is flanked a step behind by Gunn on the right and Illyria on the left. They stare at the horde of demons approaching them in the alley.
SPIKE
In terms of a plan?
ANGEL
We fight.
SPIKE
Bit more specific.
ANGEL
(steps forward)
Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon.
(the demon horde attacks)
Let's go to work.
(swings his sword)