Buffy dropped low, swinging her right leg in an attempt to sweep his legs out from under him. He was as quick as ever, and while she might have been physically stronger, his instincts were still a few notches above hers. The Slayer learning curve had yet to catch her up, which was aggravating right then and there.
"You say you're not Daniel anymore, huh?" she asked, angry but still confident in her belief in him. "You fight just like him." He'd always been defensive, mostly she assumed because he didn't want to hurt her. Would this prove that he wouldn't? "Or am I just special?"