She would never have Slayer strength, but in her world she was one of the best. She had defeated the most deadly person in her world. Not when it came to strength, but her technique was perfect, in multiple forms. All her blows were dead on. Not one was wasted, if she threw one, it made contact. If you watched carefully, she didn't hit and more or less than what was needed. She was the definition of human standards perfect. But she'd never be more than human perfect.
Just as Faith spoke, a vampire was turning to dust. "Just what I needed." she replied, with a grin through her mask. Her eyes showed the feeling Batgirl had. She was, technically, an assassin. At home, she had to hold back, to restrain herself. She couldn't give it her all. But here, she could, and it felt...fantastic. It had been a while.
She pulled the second vampire up and over her shoulders, onto the ground, and then slammed the stake down. Another one came up behind her, and Batgirl kicked the feet out from under it, then slammed her fist into its throat. "No restraints. No holding back." she commented. "It's...something I've missed."
They always had to tell her to hold back, and she did. But she'd spent too much of her life fighting, training. Never holding back. Holding back now was like taking part of the fun away. Taking part of the satisfaction away. Though she face was masked, there was satisfaction on her features as she dusted the vampire she'd just brought down.