"You think that's gonna take me out?" Buffy asked, not relaxing from her stance just yet even as her shoulder smarted from the contact. "I'd be one sad hope for the human race if all it takes is a blow to the shoulder. I have war stories of fighting with a dislocated shoulder." She decided it best not to elaborate on that sort of story however, remembering that Ambrose didn't much like violence to begin with.
"I'm find to keep going if you are," she said, not moving to strike but keeping a very careful eye on him nonetheless. "Don't worry about me. I can handle anything."