From Dusk Till Dawn...

[cityship]

...Okay, so maybe that movie was about vampires and not zombies.

But as the battle in the Vatican dragged on, it might feel like it had been going just that long.

And it showed no signs of letting up just yet.

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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

Roxie's little spider sculpture things, scattered about, are almost... chittering. Vibrating a little, gravitating towards both the front and back entrances.

It's subtle, in all the chaos, but it's there.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander's not going to look too closely at the weird creepy spider things. He's just going to focus on keeping the door bolsetered as much as he can. He had already try to grab some wood to keep it shut. Anything that tried sticking a hand or leg through was getting it chopped off.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

Something slams against the door again.

"Sonovabitch!" Leela cries, drawing her hand back from where it was, too close to the opening. Her shoulder still pressed against the door, she pulls a large, bloody splinter from her pinky.

It's not a bite, at least?

Later on, she'll be immensely grateful she didn't suck on the wound.

"If we don't get backup in the next minute, we're going to have to fall back, and try to seal up the entrances into the basilica proper!"

[venominsilicon.livejournal.com]

It hadn't been that long ago when he'd seen the prisoners come by to pick up their commandeered weapons - evidently, his fatal shortcoming had been assuming that they were heading back to the Sacristry once they had them. "You have got to be shitting me." On some level, he's only got himself to blame for ending up with these kinds of idiots - but that particular slice of irritation will have to wait for when he's done dragging over parts of his weapons racks, any particularly long nails from the ammo crates, and a pair of miniguns to reinforce the rear defenses. "Where the hell did Sam Winchester go off to?" he calls to Leela once he's back in hearing range.

[veganthrope.livejournal.com]

Angua was helping to hold the door as well, feeling far more comfortable throwing her body weight into action than trusting herself to use the "gonne" they gave her.

"Keep holding!" she grumbled, though more to encourage herself than to order anyone else around. "Somebody's got to run and get help!"

[actuallyahero.livejournal.com]

And for a moment, the pressure on the door is relieved as all the weight pressing on it is blasted away.

Then something dark seeped in through the cracks in the door, in front of the people holding it shut, immediately forming into the runner from before, panting heavily. Oddly enough, wearing clothes that were not the plant suit, but some black tunic. "Got a minute as they fight over the plant suit," he panted. "They eat it up, and blasted some of them away. Don't let up on the door! They'll start trying to get in again soon. I'll slip back out in a few minutes."

He was getting tired. Very tired. He'd been fighting for a while and with no Dark Mirror, his power was limited. And he could only get in through the back. They were too much fire near the front.

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Holy shit, whatever your name is, good going. Now somebody, grab that bookcase, get it over here! We need to barricade the door!" She points. "And Loren's already running for help--we just have to hold out."

God her finger is stinging like a bitch, throbbing and all, but she doesn't pay any attention to it for now.

[actuallyahero.livejournal.com]

"It's Shadow," Shadow Link said, pushing himself to his feet and moving out of the way, stumbling to the darkest corner of the room before slumping down, letting the human appearance degrade, fangs and claws appearing, hair, skin, and eyes darkening in their shades. "They just keep coming out there..."

[stickyboots]

And reinforcements has arrived! In the form of... okay, so it's just Spider-Man. He whistles to himself.

"Hoo-boy, I think I preferred the view on the other side," he quips, bounding over to the splintering door.

He holds out his hands and gums up the Sacristy door with a long, concentrated blast from his web shooters.

"That should keep 'em busy for a while, but we ought to get some weight behind it. Any more plumbing you need blocking?"

[actuallyahero.livejournal.com]

"Leave a gap or two. I can't get back out if it's a solid thing. I need holes to slide through. Don't need big ones, but I need one," Shadow Link said. "And I just need a few minutes rest before I can go back out."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"My webbing's fairly porous, can you get through that?"

[actuallyahero.livejournal.com]

Shadow Link forced himself to his feet again, walking a bit more steady now than he did before, but he also had let his form slip more and more from 'human' to 'shadow.' Right now, he seemed just to be different degrees of black and gray. He held his hand above the webbing, his hand distorting as it pressed against it and after a moment, vanished.

Then he pulled his hand back. "It's a bit more difficult, but I can manage it."