Urkonn growled. His voice had always been gravelly, and low. But this was like he had a lion trapped in his chest. He plowed into the wall behind Faith with a very loud, very painful sounding thud. Plaster fell into the water.
Mel chuckled. The water was receding, though, and she wasn't doing that. There was a loud sigh, a feminine one, and when Mel looked again, Urkonn wasn't Urkonn.
He was Buffy. And Buffy had a knife like Faith's in her hand.