Glory fought back, her sword not entirely harmless wielded as it was in the hands of a Hell God. She was fast, fighting with a deadly fury borne in the Hell Dimention that spawned her but she was also distracted, looking for the other Slayer, the blonde that had been her downfall, and wondering just what power lay in Slutty Slayer and her sword.
"And if I wasn't so desperate right now, trust me, wouldn't wanna, she put a hole in me...in my head...Gonna break her pretty little neck, like a twig"
She pressed the fight, she still had her Godly strength. And it was only a Slayer at the end of the day. They were all so very very beneath her.