Which brings us to the woods. Trees tremble in Willow's presence. Warren runs. See Warren run. Willow stalks. See Willow stalk. Wait a second. Warren got Rack to fix up the 'bot with his essence to throw Willow off his trail, and put the 'bot on a bus out of town, so he could attempt to leave Sunnydale on foot, instead of maybe hopping an immediately departing international flight to anywhere? Moron. Willow monotone threatens, "Run all night, Warren. I'll still find " An axe in the back apparently. Commercial.
Warren stares at Willow's prone body as it rises. Willow pulls the axe out of her own back, and I'm more impressed that she was able to get the leverage to do that than I am that she survived it. What follows is the clunkiest line of dialogue on Buffy EVER. "Axe is not gonna cut it," grits Willow. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and the goddamned camel! Could someone please remind the staff that they are professional writers? Warren takes off running, and Willow gives chase. Warren pulls a cube out of his backpack and activates it. It flies off to find Willow, and as soon as it gets right next to her, it explodes. Time slows down enough for Willow to not only notice that something is exploding but also to say, "Freeze" before the blast radius is halfway complete. The explosion turns harmlessly into ice that shatters to the touch. Warren runs. Thinks he's safe, but then runs headlong into Willow. He starts to literally and figuratively backpedal, claiming, "It was an accident, you know." Willow doesn't even sound interested as she zombies, "Oh, you mean instead of killing my best friend, you killed my girlfriend." Well, yeah. That about sums it up. Warren runs, and Willow zaps him in the back with some lightning. He then throws some glob of goo at her that slows her down for a whole five seconds before she melts it with her eyes. Willow says something in Latin, or that's what I'm assuming. Whenever I hear a language on Buffy that I don't recognize and isn't being spoken by a demon, I just assume it's Latin. Either way, it's all Greek to me. Heh. The trees throw out tendrils that grab Warren's wrists and ankles and hold him spread-eagled.