Who: Buffy Summers and Jacen Solo What: Patrolling and ass kicking When: Early evening, just after the sun sets Where: City streets Rating: PG at the most
And she had been so sure it was going to be a good day. Or maybe it had been, but her luck had run out when the sun went down. That usually was when her luck ran out. She'd woken up, there hadn't been any new reports of impending doom since the night before, so perhaps they had them all laid out in front of them now, and more would stop coming. Evil vampire, giant machines, Twilight, Sylar. They could could stop five possible very bloody futures, some immediate and others not, right? Right.
She'd left the Hyperion in a cheery mood, with her Scythe, a back up stake and a knife in her boot hidden away. Maybe she'd dust a few vamps, stop in at a few bars, and with any luck, maybe it would be quiet?
No, of course not.
She really wasn't surprised when random demon number one decided to rear it's ugly head in the back of a few shops while some poor man was taking the garbage. She only just made it on time to stop the guy from loosing his head. "Run away now." she informed the man, who apparently didn't need to be asked twice.
She managed one blow to the demons face, and then he managed one back. Whatever the hell it was, he was strong, and Buffy went flying back. It had been a while since she'd been tossed that high or that far, coming down hard on a trash bin with its lid closed, the force of her body denting the cover. The breath was knocked out of her, but she bounced back quickly. "Ow." she said lamely.
Both hearing and sensing the demon, she rolled, and quickly, before his fists came down where she had been laying. Her feet lashed out, slamming into the demons head and setting him back a few feet. Standing up, she flipped off the dumpster and landed facing him. He just had to be strong.