Scorpius smiled as he watched her go to work. Once again, the moves were impressive. Slayers would really make an ideal martial arts instructor. It was quick, methodical, precise.. calculated. But looked so very casual. And it worked. Not that he was of that power level, he had only his magic and quick reactions to help him in his various encounters.
"Well.." He said, looking down at the creature that had tried to bite Faith. If it had, and if he made her drink, they'd have a repeat of what happened a few months before. But she was better than that. "He must have some balls trying it. Maybe you can fix that before ending him." He gestured, as if to explain as he pointed at the legs. "Grab his ankles, hold the legs up.. spread them.. and drive that foot down. I think you know where to drive it." He noticed the fiend was so not amused by the suggestion. "Give him a little.. err, a lot, sorry.. of pain before dusting him."