The punch hurt. It actually sent Anya flying through the air and crashing into a wall.
Which hurt.
Still, as she slowly and painfully dragged herself back onto her feet, she watched with a small smile of triumph as Glory was clearly struggling and the various brain sucked people began to return to themselves.
"Ok, this is the part where I skidaddle," she started before pausing.
"Or say for another idea," she glanced up as a minion tried to jump on her from above, a knife out and ready. She raised her hand and cast a shield, sending him bouncing back off.
"I could stay and help."
She could feel it, really feel it. The magic flowing through her again. She smiled darkly as she straightened up, stretching her aching muscles.