The way the ground rumbled was unnerving. The fact that the hits were clearly getting to Buffy was more so. Faith ducked as a mirror came flying towards her, shielding her face, but still being hit in the shoulder. A shard of glass embedded itself in her arm and she scowled.
"Gonna take ages to get the blood outta this jacket."
She wrenched the glass out and looked up to see Buffy slicing into his forearm and she grinned. As much as it sometimes pained her to admit it Buffy was good at what she did.
She moved quickly, getting up from her crouched position and slicing the shard into the back of Sam's leg as she did, before she kicked into the back of his knee. She resisted the urge to let loose with some punches to his face as well. People wanted him alive and if she let herself lose control, then there was a good chance he'd end up more on the dead scale of things.
Come on, tell us you've got Red out she thought, not even sure if Peter could hear her or not.