Echolls Residence, late Saturday morning.

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Logan lead Cally, Lee, Angel, Parker and Molly back to his house. The snow was thick and still falling, but tolerable. He unlocked the doors and gestured for everyone to come inside. "It ain't much, but it's home," he grinned.

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Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan charged in among the tentacles and chopped at them with the axe.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Angel had to duck and dive to get around the tentacles trying to turn him and his big forehead into two dimensions.

He saw Logan enter the fray and smiled. Just what he needed. "Logan!"

Re: In the Courtyard

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"Angel," Logan acknowleged.

Re: In the Courtyard

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With what he needed from his coat securely palmed, Angel flicked the blowtorch on, spun it in his hand, and threw it in Logan's direction. "Catch!"

Re: In the Courtyard

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With a lit blowtorch flying at him, he had little choice but to drop the axe and make a grab for it. Fortunately, he caught it on the non-burny end. And upside-down, but he quickly flipped it upright.

Re: In the Courtyard

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The tentacled snow monster was very confused at this point. There was definitely something fishy going on with those two. Since the house had gone and crashed on him, he was able to free up some tentacles for more defensive maneuvers. What was he defending against, though?

Re: In the Courtyard

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Confident that Logan could distract - and annoy, he was real confident on annoy - the monster with the blowtorch, Angel ran to attack from the other direction

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan hit the nearest tentacles with the blowtorch.

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The tentacle monster focused on the person wielding flamely death at the moment, ignoring the stupidly coiffed guy with the pale skin. Tentacles flailed at the kid in the conch-shell necklace.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan swung the blowtorch back and forth, hitting the tentacles closest to him.

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Angel, in the meanwhile, used his cigarette lighter to light wooden stakes and start throwing them with deadly accuracy - assuming snow monsters could be killed - at the beast's head.

In a way he'd have to remind himself to thank Darla and Dru for making sure he'd been prepared.

Re: In the Courtyard

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A thought struck the snow monster. No, wait. That wasn't a thought... that was a burning stake, omg. The flames extinguished quickly, but took a good chunk of the monster with them as they went out. It was time for maximum death throes. Look out boys and girls... that dying tentacle might be crashing down on *your* head.

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Angel saw the monster start to go melty. Then he saw the tentacles. He leapt out of the way in time to avoid getting hit on the head, but not in time to keep from getting a blow to those newly-healed ribs.

The word "ow" might have been spoken. It sounded an awful lot like "Shit!" though.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan had been dealing with the smaller tentacles just fine. He was really starting to gain confidence in his snow-demon-battling skills. Until he looked up and saw one of the big tentacles crashing down.

"Fuck!" he yelled, and dove to the side, dropping the blowtorch.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Finally, with a mournful howl, the tentacled ice monster dissipated to nothing... or it just got really, really flat. In any case, it was no longer a threat. For the moment.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Angel pushed himself up to his feet. He patted himself down. Ribs: hurt but unbroken. Coat: still had a few tricks up the sleeves. So to speak.

That left -

"You okay?"

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan took his own inventory. A little bruised, a little cold, just the teensiest bit homeless, but otherwise okay. He nodded, stood up, and looked at the wreckage of the house. "Nothing good comes of inviting vampires in," he sighed.

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That got a wince out of him, but he tried to hide it. "Where's Molly?"

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan caught the wince. "Kidding, dude," he said. "Hardly your fault." He shivered, realizing that his clothes were damp where snow had crept in and melted. "Lee took Molly back to the school."

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Angel immediately took his leather coat off and handed it to him. "Here. Careful. It's a little loaded. Thought the worst that was going to happen today was Darla and Dru."

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan accepted the jacket. "Thanks," he said, and buttoned it up quickly. He picked up the blowtorch again. The flame had gone out, so he switched off the fuel. "We should get back to the school," he said.

Re: In the Courtyard

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Angel nodded. "Let's go fast. I don't want to know how many others are out there."

Re: In the Courtyard

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Logan nodded, and they made their way back to the school.