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[Patrolling the Underground is something Buffy does every night. There's almost a comfort in the fact that at least here in the City there's no such thing as a slow night. She's always got something to beat on. Which is what she's doing when the device skitters across some broken pavement and turns on.
"Soap. Look into it. They even have flower scented body gel now."
She kicks the thing she's fighting square in the chest and sends it sailing to land against the wall with a crunch.
"You might even try lotion. It could help the skin condition you've got going on."
She moves in with the stake. Her aim is perfect but only the point of the stake buries itself in the creature's chest. The sound that gurgles out of him is as close to a laugh as anything else. He lunges at Buffy. She's still a bit in shock that the fact that the stake didn't go in but she reacts instinctively with a right hook that should have stunned the creature. Instead she lets out a scream of surprise and out right pain. Her arm feels like it's broken and this is a feeling she remembers. It shakes her out of her shock and she turns to run but her usual preternatural speed isn't there. She slips a little, snags the device and pushes herself up to run again. Balance, grace, speed and strength all off. Apparently she's going to have to get through this with human abilities.]
[ooc: Armistice Day. Backdated to midnightish. If anyone wants to come save her, be my guest. If they don't she'll manage on her own]
"Soap. Look into it. They even have flower scented body gel now."
She kicks the thing she's fighting square in the chest and sends it sailing to land against the wall with a crunch.
"You might even try lotion. It could help the skin condition you've got going on."
She moves in with the stake. Her aim is perfect but only the point of the stake buries itself in the creature's chest. The sound that gurgles out of him is as close to a laugh as anything else. He lunges at Buffy. She's still a bit in shock that the fact that the stake didn't go in but she reacts instinctively with a right hook that should have stunned the creature. Instead she lets out a scream of surprise and out right pain. Her arm feels like it's broken and this is a feeling she remembers. It shakes her out of her shock and she turns to run but her usual preternatural speed isn't there. She slips a little, snags the device and pushes herself up to run again. Balance, grace, speed and strength all off. Apparently she's going to have to get through this with human abilities.]
[ooc: Armistice Day. Backdated to midnightish. If anyone wants to come save her, be my guest. If they don't she'll manage on her own]
