Group Three-fighters
Faith's arms were folded and her mouth set in a grim smile as she watched Anya and Ruby do their thing. In her mind she was running a check list of weapons on her person. A stake, a small knife, a water pistol loaded with holy water. And the Claíomh Solais, already out and in her hand. It had kept her alive against a hell god, it would work just fine here.
Once she felt more psyched up for the fight she edged closer to the others in her group, offering them a nod. For the briefest moment she slipped her hand over Sam's, squeezing it for the quickest second. They hadn't had any time to talk before reaching the once abandoned theater.
"So, we all set?" she raised her voice just enough to be heard by the group, a smirk starting to creep over her face. The need for a fight was starting to take over and damn she wanted to get in there already.