The persistant attack drove her insane. It was infuriating, annoying and Glory didn't know what else she was supposed to do but keep fighting. Fight. Kill. Go home. It was a simple thing to keep focused on.
"Talk to much Slutty Slayer"
Maybe she was focusing too much, running the words and how they felt all over her brain...hers now, no one elses mind...
She felt the sword stab into her side and felt her strength leave her. The light burning, blinding in her blood.
Her blood.
Glory looked down at the wound fear in her eyes and stumbled back away from the Slayer, the sword...the light in her blood.
It burned. Burned like some kinda mythic fire.
Weapon of a God to hurt a God.
"Bitch" she managed before she ran.
Get to Key, Bleed Key. Then none of this, none of the pain or blood would even matter