He would find no fear in Faith's eyes, she was convinced she could kill him and the he was lying. She moved with him, against him, then figured if she acted like the lamb, the lion would attacked and then she could kill him. She slipped back on her leg, groaned for affect, she shifted some, hand moved down to pull out her last stake.
When he came at her, Faith rolled an inch, slam her stake, right into his heart. Her feet moved, kicking him off, then hopped off, "A hybrid," she mocked him, she pressed the stake further in, why didn't he turn to ash? Faith stepped back, her eyes widen in shocked, "Why didn't you..."