( You know what, for once Dean doesn't actually know the answer to a pop culture question. Cut him some slack, it's been like fifteen years, and he definitely wasn't watching it for the plot at the time. That's kind of the silver lining for their distraction.
They may not find Xena exactly, but it sure as hell looks like they might've found end-of-the-show Gabrielle. )
What the f-
( Way too busy bug-eyeing the situation to notice the angel about to shove him out of the way. Probably a good call, though. Maybe a little too rough on the delivery; he goes sideways, and fumbles the landing thanks to the sword in his hand and the slight preference not to hari kari himself on it.
He spends about 1.2 seconds glancing over at Platinum Kristen Stewart to decide whether or not he should prioritize helping her, but uh.
Yeah, she looks like she can handle herself. And the turtles. And probably them. Simultaneously.
Kill it- )
Okay.
( Yep, right, yeah, on it.
He scrambles to his feet again, flips the sword around in his hand to face the ground, and plunges it straight through the thing's mouth. The screaming turns into a gross gurgling sound, and he heaves it in a little deeper, earning some delightful coughed up blood and turtle spit in the face for his troubles.
Seems like it works, though. Kind of a split-second choice, smarter than trying to figure out where the armored plating begins and ends. )
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They may not find Xena exactly, but it sure as hell looks like they might've found end-of-the-show Gabrielle. )
What the f-
( Way too busy bug-eyeing the situation to notice the angel about to shove him out of the way. Probably a good call, though. Maybe a little too rough on the delivery; he goes sideways, and fumbles the landing thanks to the sword in his hand and the slight preference not to hari kari himself on it.
He spends about 1.2 seconds glancing over at Platinum Kristen Stewart to decide whether or not he should prioritize helping her, but uh.
Yeah, she looks like she can handle herself. And the turtles. And probably them. Simultaneously.
Kill it- )
Okay.
( Yep, right, yeah, on it.
He scrambles to his feet again, flips the sword around in his hand to face the ground, and plunges it straight through the thing's mouth. The screaming turns into a gross gurgling sound, and he heaves it in a little deeper, earning some delightful coughed up blood and turtle spit in the face for his troubles.
Seems like it works, though. Kind of a split-second choice, smarter than trying to figure out where the armored plating begins and ends. )