"Hey, it's all up to you," was Buffy's answer. She saw the low kick coming at her leg and moved to pivot out of the way. While she was able to avoid the kick and keep up with his speed slightly better, the tightness of the skirt proved to be a little much and caused her to stumble anyway, a stumble she managed to recover from without falling flat on her face.
Instantly, Buffy's cheeks burned, and she felt suddenly like the exact opposite of what she'd intended: clumsy and remarkably not sexy. She was beginning to regret her attempt at being clever with this particular weapon. "Y-you know, since my trump card is kind of turning out to be a dud." She tried laughing it off in hopes of not seeming as embarrassed, adopting a defensive stance so that she might have some chance of saving herself future humiliation.