By His Own Petard

Twilight regained consciousness face-down in Tibetan snow. Superpowers or not, getting trampled by a quickly retreating US Army battalion hurts.

A girl stood over him. "By authority of the Slayer's Council and the People's Republic, I, Jeung Chao-Ahn, am placing you under arrest."

He eyed the tens of thousands of heavily armed troops behind her, all aiming at him. "The Chinese army is on your side?"


"But powerful armies don't just hand over command to -"

"Andrew put on a wrestling mask and asked nicely."

"Oh. That'd work." He sighed. "Can I talk to Buffy?"

"No. And stop sparkling."