Welcome to Gaia! ::

Xoey snarled and brought her free hand down to where his thighs met. Hard. She pushed away and pulled her dagger in front of her body. "I'm so much more." she responded simply, calmly. She dropped onto her free hand, scrunching into a fetal position as she did so. With all of her weight on her right hand she kicked both legs straight out, connecting with his shins. Her akward position caused her hand to give out, and she quickly kicked up onto her feet again.

Xoey gave him her best I-Don't-Play-Nice look as she brought her foot up to slam against his chin. "Too bad I never learned the same lesson," she snapped back as she stepped back a step, away from the demon hunter. He didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. She was used to a more kill you kill me approach to fighting.

Xoey ducked as the sword came at her and followed it with her eyes. A demon? She had been so caught up in the fight she hadn't noticed it. There were others approaching. They weren't being very inconspicuous about it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the noises. Seven or eight of them. "We'll pick it up later," she said coldly. Without hesitating she threw the dagger in front of her, landing in the neck of a large, greenish, sticky demon. It let out a bizzarre, piercing cry as it choked on its own blood. The slayer put her back to Atticus' with enough space between to pull back an arrow and drew her bow, doing just that. "Friends of yours?"

Xoey shook her head a little and let three more arrows fly, in succession, as the demons came to view. First demon got a lovely surprise in his eye, the second in its gut, the third through the throat, the same fate as the first. They all fell down. She shrugged, throwing up her arms a little. "Why be flashy when you can finish in time for drinks." The slayer sighed and grabbed the demon hunters shoulder, pushing him around to face her. "We're going to go get something to eat and you're going to tell me what you are." she stated, not asking. She picked his sword up off the ground and flung it at him, making her way to the street.

"Sure there is," she said simply. "I'll kill you if you don't." She continued to walk away. She doubted he wouldn't come, he looked like he needed a hot meal anyways. And if he didn't? She'd stop putting off his death. "Besides which, I'm paying." She extracted the diamond from her pocket. It was certainly an interesting night so far. The kind of interesting night that made her want to get very very drunk. In her mind she ran through places that wouldn't card her, and settled on a nearby pizzeria. She stopped walking and turned to face her hostage. "Are you coming, or am I going to have to find out what color your blood is and go from there?"

Faith's words sound far away, mountains away from where she lies. Faith? Kennedy ponders as to what might have happened to Willow.

She's still mad at me, Kennedy thought.

Even so, Kennedy tries to wake up; however, her eyes feel too heavy to move...as the rest of her body does.

In response to the friends comment, Xoey slapped the back of his head. "I'm not just human, I'm a Slayer. Besides, I don't "walk around." I patrol. I kill things like you." She ordered a Fat Tire and a slice of cheese pizza each.