16054/A cold day in hell

A cold day in hell
Date of Scene:	14 February 2024
Location:	Darlington Park, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Another fiend emerges from another glyph and terrorizes Sunnydale. Scoobies and allies save the day.
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Phantasm (Drago), Harry Dresden, Thomas Raith, Satana, Mon-El

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Faith Lehane has posed:
It's a particularly blustery evening for residents of Sunnydale, and considering the district barely gets snow as it is, and considering it's nearing the end of winter, that's very concerning.

A sudden aggressive snowstorm grips the city, sending people running home on a lazy Saturday evening, a storm complete with freezing winds, golf ball sized hailstones, blinding snow and mist.

Of course that sent Faith's Slayer Sense tingling, and given her last encounter out here in the exact same place where not long ago, a certain stone gazing giant chicken monster had attacked the locals, leaving the darlington park full of numerous statues that had once been living. Tonight is a similar scene, only now there are numerous people turned into ice sculptures.

As Faith steps into the clearing, she peers around, hoping her allies got the scoobie signal she sent out on the Paranet.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's not all that familiar with anything called a Paranet. But he is aware of text messages. Being Faith still knows what one is, he's been made aware of the need for help tonight at least. And considering the small mention of cold related adversaries the last time he was in a room with Faith. Well. He's got some reasonably warm clothes on.

Nick is also feeling something tingling. But it's not a Slayer sense. With blasts hitting what parts of his face are exposed, he's going to blame the cold for this one.

Yep. Today was definitely a 'wear a face mask' type of night.

So when Faith shows up, there is a bundled figure. Hood pulled over and a fabric created shadow where the face should be.

A gloved hand lifts up, giving a wave.

Harry Dresden has posed:
He might not do hats, but Harry definately wears a long, leather duster over flannel and denim. His walking stick aids him in the walk through the ridiculous weather.

When he notes the presence of Faith and Nick, he nods to them, then looks around the area, and presses a finger to his forehead. He doesn't look at anyone for a time, looking at the world through his third eye, not wanting to see people, but rather any indication of mystical disturbance.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith of course has to make an enterence. So he arrives on his motercycle, in the middle of the snowstorm. The air rushing through his long black and making him look like the cover model off a dime store romance novel with the trapped moisture glistening in his hair like jewels. His white leather jacket with it's fur trimmed collar likely costing more then some peoples cars. He nods to the others as they too arrive, saying casually to no one in perticular "Empty Night, it's cold enough to freeze the balls off a billiard table out here." then specifically to his brother "Harry did you piss off Mab again?"

Satana has posed:
    I see a bad moon a-risin'
    I see trouble on the way...

Most people wouldn't mind being serenaded by John Fogerty as they wake up in a tangle of limbs, tentacles and other body parts, the remnant of a night of debauched pleasure. Satana isn't most people. She wakes up to it with a start, wide-eyed and tense. This is because the Wurlitzer she has in the basement of her Boston mansion is the one playing the song, and the Wurlitzer is the core of her defence system.

This song means something bad's coming up far away from the mansion (yay!) but for that very big (boo!).

Disentangling herself from the previous evening's playthings, without regard for their own sleep and needs for rest, she sweeps away the dregs of bawdy night from off her body with a single hand gesture, before another hand gesture puts on her outfit.

Then she preens in front of the mirror a while until the Wurlitzer plays the lines...

    Don't go around tonight
    Well it's bound to take your life
    There's a bad moon on the rise

...with extra volume to jolt her out of her narcissism.

Right. Trouble.

She strides to her sanctum and stares in the scrying pool, navigating the ley lines as she tries to take in what's going on. And ... what's this? Sunnydale!? Who would DARE to disrupt her playground without her permission!?

"Someone is going to suffer..." she mutters to herself, gathering a few items onto her 'tactical shelf' and crushing an infused diamond in her hand. Then, sucking down the mana from the gem, she builds the far more draining direct portal, since the ley line appears disrupted, to the heart of the disturbance.

In Sunnydale, in Darlington Park, a baleful red hole framed by tentacles of black smoke opens in the air at roughly body height, appearing flat and perpendicular to any who look at it, from any angle. A flare of intense heat radiates from it, along with the horrifying screams of the damned. Through the hole steps Satana Hellstrom in all her finery ... well, OK, in her purple catsuit with the lasciviously strategic patches cut out, trimmed in white goat fur at wrists and feet ... looking around.

"WHO DARES INTERFERE WITH MY WORKS!?" she demands in a loud voice, her usual thrilling contralto paired with a second voice almost, but not quite (for maximum discord), a full octave beneath it.

She looks around and then spoils the dramatic entrance with a giggle. A genuine, full-body giggle.

"I've always wanted to try that. How did it work?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
As people begin to arrive, Faith relaxes somewhat, not because she's scared or anxious if facing the darkness alone, heavens no, but more bodies mean more heat, and she could really do with more heat.

Honestly, she could really do with more clothes (in general), especially right now in this hellish weather. Dressed in ripped jeans, a red hoodie with the hood drawn up - that actually covers her midriff for once - underneath a short bomber jacket, she still looks cold but at least more covered up for once.

Glancing around she smirks. "Glad to see y'all got the memo, what do you think? Those vamps summoned another monster from the netherworld?" of course it begs the question, why? another random attempt to take down the Scoobies and retrieve the M-scythe, or something...More sinister?

As Satana makes a flashy entrance, she instinctively jumps, turning her m-scythe in her direction. "What the...? Oh it's you again.." she doesn't seem particularly keen on seeing the creepy demon woman...She is a demon of sorts afterall. But right now Faith has bigger threats to consider. She sneezes again, clearly not over the cold still..Does it have something to do with whatever is causing this hellish weather?

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Greetings abound. Harry's nod gets a wave in return. After Thomas makes his loud entrance, yet another wave is gifted. But when Satana comes in shouting out, the masked musician sighs. Things were already questionable on any form of surprise when Thomas came in. But upon adding Satana's entrance to the mix?

Nick reaches behind him, ripping down a pocket to pull out set of carved sticks from inside.

"Demon problem...right?" He asks Faith. Just to confirm as he adjusts the sticks in his hand to line up. Either way if vampires are present, he may as well get the sticks ready.

Harry Dresden has posed:
"I am still alive. That's usually enough." Harry grumbles in response to Thomas' question. His eyes notice the change of the world's tapestry, focused on it until the tendrils and the first of the appearance of Satana. He looks up and away and grumbles,"Look alive."

Hearing the voice, Harry eases...a little. Very little. He tells Thomas,"Satana." Then he hears her question.

"Nice entrance Satana. Never dull." he calls to her and continues to look around the area. He frowns and mutters,"Something has activated a water glyph."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks slightly as well as Satana makes her appearance. "Hello there cousin, I give it a solid 8 out of ten. Someone who doesn't know you would be a little less intimidated by the giggleing." He walks closer to Faith an sighs, "So it looks like the gangs all here, any idea whay I am freezing my perfectly sculpted ass off to kill?" he says mildly amused, "And if so care to fill me in?"

Satana has posed:
Faith's turning of an obvious weapon of power her way has Satana instinctively waving her left hand to put up an emergency shield while her right starts to gather her Soulfire as a mute threat. Then Faith relaxes. Satana follows suit. Partially. The Soulfire vanishes from her right hand, but the shield? That remains up.

"Faith. Dreamer," she says by way of greeting to the hostess with the ... wait, did she cover her midriff? Why? It's such an adorably attractive one! And the phantasmic dreamer.

Harry gets a special smile. "Shamish," she says with fondness. "I haven't tormented you in a while. We should correct that. I have real estate here now; would you care, after all this, to break in the master bedroom?"

Then Thomas. Satana tilts her head to regard him. "My favourite colleague. You don't call, Thomas. You don't write. Is it something I did?"

She then gets serious, standing straight, imperious. "I imagine you're all wondering why I summoned you here. There's something messing with the ley line in my playground and that something didn't bother to ask permission."

She looks around at the ice statues, frowns, makes a few small hand motions and raises an eyebrow. "Even worse, it's playing with my toys and ruining them! So I gathered you all here today to eliminate this interloper so I can have my territory to myself once more."

This time she doesn't giggle. But her eyes give it away, dancing with malicious mirth.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane pauses to glance at Thomas, smile fading a bit. After their last meeting there were some things left unsaid...But now is neither the time nor place for that. She shrugs.

"Met this one before, it scratched me, haven't felt so great ever since." she says almost abruptly before focusing on Harry. "Wait, you're saying these glyphs were already here?" she's sure that piece of information is somehow important but she's not entirely sure how or why.

"Well obviously that Vampire cult is behind this, let's just deal with the monster of the day and worry about the details later."

Shes about to respond to Nick and Satana, when a scream is heard coming from a clearing just up ahead, followed by a blast of snow. Looks like the blizzard just got worse, and the eye of the storm is just up ahead!

Mon-El has posed:
    Good thing the cold doesn't bother a Daxamite. Sure, it's winter within this particular sector of Earth, but the locals seem to think this is unusual.

    That has Lar's vigilance level on high, so when there's a scream and a blast of snow, he's off like a speeding bullet toward the source of the chaos, bad weather or or not!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Satana references, him, the hooded figure nods back.

Well, Nick may not have gotten a direct answer but the things said to Thomas in explanation gives Nick the pieces he needs. Sticks already ready, he starts murmuring.

\<span style="color:xterm20"\>...Protect against the horde
That holds control of the weak,
From you, solution we seek
Michael present your sword...\</span\>

As the words come out of Nick's mouth, there's a soft bluish gold glow bleeding out from the fabric of the gloves. Upon breeching the barrier, they whisp about the held sticks before wrapping around them. The carvings give off a faint glow of the same color before it too fades, making them look more like common carved escrima sticks again.

If it wasn't for that energy inside of them.

The arms swing out before setting into a ready position. "Well, let's see what we got then."

Harry Dresden has posed:
The blast of the wind gets a muttering curse through Harry's gritted teeth. He nods to Thomas and he calls to Faith,"Against the wind." With that he steadies himself and shakes down his shield bracelet. All the wind cover the sound of his words and then his shield appears, turning the wind and anything else flying at him off at an angle, not meeting it head on. Shield protects and the walking stick aids in the walking against the wind.

Once he's locked onto the area, he closes his third eye so he doesn't look at anyone directly. Not able to keep up with Mon-El, he just moves against the forces of nature being unnatural.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith let's his brother take point, since his magical shield can buffet agienst the wind, where as the only protection Thomas has is his designer leather jacket and his towering ego. He reaches behind himself pulling free his kukri knives in preperation for...well he still isn't 100% sure. Faith said something about Vampire Cultists? Usually best if traveling with his brother and his lover that you have your weapons ready.

Satana has posed:
Satana stares at Nick's chanting with mounting horror as she realizes he's invoking an archangel, and shields her eyes from the soft glow.

"Give a girl some warning before you go waving your stick around?!" she says peevishely. "Now I'm going to need some rest."

In mockery of Nick, she starts to chant herself:

    I am stretched on your grave
    And will lie there forever
    If your hands were in mine
    I'd be sure we'd not sever

I'll take obscure '90s songs for $500 Alex.

And, sure enough, she settles down on one of the more elaborate graves, stretching herself out over it, posing fetchingly, before ... going to sleep with stunning alacrity. More like passing out after a shot of movie knock-out gas.

Those who can see into the astral realm, however, will see her clamber out of her body, mime dusting herself off, and then sauntering toward where the scream came from. Her astral form is wreathed by Soulfire and both her astral hands are accumulating large quantities of it. Someone gonna fry.

It's just not clear yet which side she's on....

Faith Lehane has posed:
The scream echoes in the frigid wintery night..Then whoever utters it says no more. As the party rushes into the fray they will be greeted by statues, numerous statues - of trees, animals, and of course humans.

All of them frozen with a look of fear on their faces, their bodies encased in ice and snow, statues of ice. Are they still alive? hard to say..

As for the source of it all? A low, mournful wail of sorrow erupts from the trees somewhere nearby, it sounds like a woman crying, in mourning perhaps. And then there she is, in the form of a beautiful ageless woman, her skin Snow White, her lips ice blue, draped in a long flowing white dress of ice and snow and death. To some she is the Yuki-Onna, queen of ice and snow. To others she is the Banshee, mistress of the dead. Either way her heart is frozen, and all she knows is cold cold death.

Question is, where did she come from and how did she get here?

She does not hesitate at the sight of those gathered however. She exists for one purpose or do she believes - to turn everything to ice and snow, to freeze the hearts of all living things, to make them as cold and lifeless as she is.

She draws a deep breath, and let's loose a mournful, ear splitting, heart wrenching scream, so powerful it is accompanied by a freezing blast of ice and snow and gale force winds.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If anyone asks, Nick is invoking a saint.

...That just happens to be an archangel.

Satana's complaint is not lost on him to which the masked figure tilts his head up in response. "I'll make an effort not to hit you with them then." He responds.

With the group approaching, Nick shifts to accompany Thomas and Faith as they follow Harry as he acts as a wind shield.

Upon Yuki-Onna coming into sight, Nick quickly glances around to see if she has any friends nearby.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Seeing the culprit, Harry grimaces a little. Nothing like something else too cold to be human. He growls something and stabs the walking stick into the snow and from inside his duster he produces his blasting rod.

No clear shot yet, but he takes his time to set the defense for now. He'll let Faith and Thomas play as they will and then provide the firepower when able.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith moves to the very edge of the cone of protection provided by Harry's shield, where his words won't be completely carried into oblivion by the freezing wind rushing past them. "You go highm and I'll go low?" He asks Faith calmly, giving his kukri a little florishing twirl...

Satana has posed:
Satana sees the Bean Sidhe (as she knows it) and, instead of being careful, like Nick, circumspect, like Harry, and cautious, like Thomas, she decides to be impetuous. Like her.

The scream penetrates the astral realm, causing her some irritation and pain (but the wind and snow and ice, naturally, don't reach it). "You noisy bitch!" Satana fumes. "Put a sock in it!"

Her protective ring of astral flame brightens as it clings to her form, making her look, to those who speak Astral, look like an avenging demon.

Which she sort of is, so that makes sense.

Eldritch syllables in her patent-pending dual-octave(almost) voice drip from her lips with the language of Hell, a language that it is fortunate most of the mortals can't hear for it would haunt their dreams for a few days. She then extends her hands forward, her right hand firing a bolt of her Soulfire to torment the spirit's soul (or what passes for one) directly while the other produces a cone of flame that fills the area the Bean Sidhe is in with roiling physical flames that burn with the intensity of Hell.

"Now you have a reason to scream, you unspeakable ..." And the next word she uses is a very impolite one. The C-word. Cover up the children's ears...

Mon-El has posed:
    Upon arriving on the scene, Lar doesn't immediately recognize the threat for what it is. Yes, there are lot of icy statues, kind of like the stone ones he'd seen here before, and he heard that moan, but what of it?

    But then there's that scream, certainly too high frequency for any human to have produced. The blast of cold doesn't bother him and neither do the blades of ice, but he finds himself rocketing away from her a bit so that the sound is a -bit- less intense, before zooming back in and firing his thermal vision at her.

    When it's ice, you counter with fire, right?

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane glances at Thomas wordlessly and nods. Gripping the M-scythe tightly in her hands she uses the cone shield to avoid the majority of the screechingly cold blast, although the freezing winds do knock her off course just a bit and she slams into a nearby tree, before ricocheting off it, using the momentum to propel her close enough to take a swipe at the creature with her scythe.

But it moves with nearly eye-blurring speed, barely darting out of the way, so that she deals a mere glancing blow to one of its long sleeves, tearing at it.

It is enough of a distraction for Satana to blast it with fire and soul fire, causing it to screech in pain before lifting a hand to counter blast at her with a cone of freezing ice and snow of equal strength and might.

Then with her other hand she unleashes hundreds of ribbons of razor sharp ice blades at the red of her adversaries.

And then Mon-El comes in with another thermal blast and she gasps, her power wavering just a bit, pouring more of her energy into countering his and Satana's heat attacks, leaving her wide open from anyone else with her attention focused so entirely on the two biggest threats at the moment.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the group gets near and it becomes apparent it is just the one, now is time for a bit of teamwork. Where Faith and Thomas go, Nick makes sure to go the opposite, doing what he can to help encircle the creature. The musician winces to the sounds of screaming hitting his well trained ears. But Satana said it best with her request for the placement of foot coverings.

There's the slightest twitch of the lips in response but that expression vanishes as the blades start flying out. The sticks swing, smashing the ones that come his way, form jumping up to avoid the ones near him that he can't smash.

Feet shuffling, he works to regain his footing while Mon-el comes in with his attack.

While the creature focuses on Satana and Mon-el, he uses the distraction to move in behind with the intent of giving her a sound whack to the back of her head with his heavenly sticks.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry is patient. When the way is clear and he doesn't have an angle that will hit them or Nick, he calls out the word. Not that anyone can hear, but then a ball of fire emits from his blasting rod and fires straight at the critter's chest. No playing games. He is safe behind the shield, but not everyone is and he doesn't want to have to thaw out allies.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith has worked with both Faith and Harry, as well as Nick enough to know how to stay out of their way. To create openings. He doesn't run straight at the screaming woman-ice-vampire-thing but rather runs past it, running low and slashing with cold Iron at the backs of it's legs. Trying to hamstring the creature... after all if it can't run it can't get away..

Satana has posed:
"Not so loud now are you, you b..." The Bean Sidhe screams. "Mother. Pus. BUCKET!"

Maybe she should have spent the time to say that bowdlerized phrase better by actually, you know, defending against the attack. Arrogantly secure behind her wreath of fire, however, Satana instead focuses on expressing her outrage. "You're going to d..."

Then the cold hits her.

The freezing ice and snow is a physical manifestation. It does nothing at all in the astral realm. The category error that Satana made is assuming it was a physical attack instead of the physical side effects of a spiritual attack. Which is to say the ice and snow happen because of the intense, magical cold, not the other way around.

It's fortunate for the Queen of Hell that she had her wreath of flames up, for without it she would be having a very, very, very bad day. As it is, even with the wreath held up as an afterthought, her day gets two "very"s knocked off of it.

At first it seems her shield would hold off the attack, the cold simply being annulled by her heat. But no sooner had she started to contemptuously smile than her shield gave in on the entire portion facing the source of the attack and she takes what's left of the cold as a direct, ankle to forehead blast of extremely uncomfortable cold.

The scream of pain she lets out rivals the Bean Sidhe for its raw power; echoing loudly in the heads of any paying attention to the astral realm.

Those poor souls tied to the mortal realm are spared the intensity. Instead they're given the surreal sight of the spirit attacking ... nothing ... and then hearing a loud scream from behind them where Satana had so contemptuously decided to "lie this one out" while posing on the grave for some kind of pornographic photo shoot. For Satana's body writhes in pain, screaming, as well as her astral form screams in agony.

But she stands. Withstands. Her ethereal beauty gone as her bestial form, horned, scaled, winged, and tailed is seen.

"You. Will. Die. For. This."

But after she's had a change to recover.

Mon-El has posed:
    As the creature meets the red-hot eye lasers with her own bitter cold blasts, the two sort of meet in the middle, stalling each other in their tracks.

    With allies within melee range of his foe, Lar doesn't want to risk throwing anything at her so he just strains against the icy energy, pushing himself harder to increase the intensity of his own fiery blasts.

Faith Lehane has posed:
There's a lot going on, and while the Banshee is quick on its feet, she cannot be everywhere at once. She strains to keep both Mon El and Satana in check, and it's enough of a distraction for Nick, Thomas and Faith to attack her from three different directions, cutting off her icy blasts, at least long enough for Harry to deliver a final, lethal blow...Or at least to any normal creature it would be. She shrieks in agony, falling to the ground and the air around her drastically grows warmer, those cold statues starting to melt just a bit.

But what is this? She is starting to create a protective Ivy cocoon around herself as she begins to heal her wounds.

It seems she is somewhere caught between life and death much like the last monster they battled here before. Faith frowns as she lands, peering between Satana and Harry, probably the only true magic users here.

"I think you gotta banish it to the nether realm again or wherever the helm it came from!" she tells to the both of them, gripping her weapon tighter as she approaches the cocoon. "We'll try to buy you time!"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As the Banshee apparently remains there, Nick briefly glances to his sticks. Did the spell on the sticks drop without his knowledge? Or maybe Faith gave him the wrong information about what they're fighting?

A glance is given to Faith.

It was probably Faith.

It's probably a good thing Nick is wearing a mask right now considering the look he's giving underneath it.

"I don't fucking believe this." The musician mutters.

BUT since he's here...

He hits the forming cocoon with the sticks regardless. Because at least it seems like the sticks are hurting.

Harry Dresden has posed:
Harry levels the blasting rod and steps to the side, once more getting others out of his firing line. He hopes Satana is working on the banishment because it will take time for him to gather that other than just toss it into the NeverNever, then Mab really will be bad. Another fireball blasts the cocoon and he waits to see what Satana does, though he starts to draw his will to begin the portal to toss it into the NeverNever if needed.

Satana has posed:
Given respite from the unbearable cold, Satana recovers her demeanour (but keeps the Hell Beast image because ... it's time for people to fear her).

And then she vanishes from astral sight. With no silver cord to bind her in the astral realm, it's unclear where she's gone; perhaps she's fled?

Until heavy, cloven-hoofed footsteps are heard behind the party and someone who is recognizably the Apple of Satan's Eye yet far more bestial and threatening--like a 50/50 cross between a balrog and a Vegas streetwalker, frightening and yet somehow still unnervingly alluring--steps into the glade.

"Banishment? Did I hear someone call for banishment?" It's disturbing double-voice time again. Satana's angry and doesn't care who knows it.

"I would stand back if I were a mortal," she says in a voice that has no hint of humour in it, only rage.

The Infernal tongue fills the glade with its primal terror. Satana's voice(s) call out invocations of fell names; profound curses from the time of Creation. And underneath the cocoon a black, oily smoke wreath forms, opening a portal from which emits the heat of eternal torment and the screams of the eternally tormented.

"Now someone beat that thing down into the hole!"

To Hell with the NeverNever. This bitch is burning for eternity; a suitable plaything for her pit fiends to practice on.

And any present who may have thought Satana was "mostly harmless" might be having second thoughts now...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith for his part, gets clear of the blasting area at this point. One, he never claimed to be a hero. Two, he brought knives to a magical explosion fight. And three, he is far too pretty to get banished to the Nevernever, Hell, Cleveland, or any other realm of eternal suffering and damnation.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar breaks off his attack when he sees the creature form that protective cocoon, just like that other demon thing had previously. And just like last time, it's probably up to the other more magically-inclined folks to send this thing back to where it came from, because he has no idea how to break magic shells.

    He glances over at Satana who has chosen to suddenly appear, and she starts chanting like the other group had done before, opening a portal under the ice monster girl thing. A brow is arched at her when she tells someone to beat it down the hole. "What, does gravity not work on your portals or something?" he asks.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane peers at the satanic woman, eyes widened at the sight of the hellish...Thing she summons. And then there's a portal of sorts. But his well will it hold in this place of unstable magic? Something seems to be fighting against it, trying to dispel it as it flickers just a bit.

Faith scowls, staring at the cocoon, about to try and slice it open with her scythe, when a blast of ice erupts from the cocoon, encasing her in a block of ice and pulling her out of the fight.

The fireball blasts the cocoon and it trembles and cracks in places but continues to hold as the creature rapidly heals itself...

And then Nick comes in with seemingly normal sticks. But perhaps there is more to them as he murmurs a spell? a prayer? And this time when he strikes the cocoon, it flashes and breaks, the banshee wailing in pain, no longer healing..

In the same instant that same magical prayer seems to stabilize the magical fields enough for the portal to solidify and remain open..Now if they can just shove the banshee into the portal before it flees..

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well, even though he still blames Faith, he did technically cast his spell again. Just in case. And while the effects are still not as he expects for the type of spell cast, he'll take it! When the portal ends up being opened by another, there's a momentary bout of hesitation.

Oh.

Well, maybe he saw what was going to happen and didn't want overkill?

Or maybe he's giving him too much credit?

...

Oh well, either way. As the cocoon bursts open from his added attacks, Nick hears the calls to shove the banshee in. Rocking his inner Leonidas, Nick brings up a foot and boots the banshee into the hole, sticks swinging back as he does so. For those watching the move, there is an unspoken phrase that might come to mind.

THIS IS SUNNYDALEEEeeeee....