She threw herself into the fight and suddenly remembered why slaying was like dancing, like screwing. It was all just instinct, a few well timed moves until you hit your rhythm and then release. She was dusting vampires so fast she was starting to wonder if maybe she was possessed again.
No, not possessed. She knew it when she threw one vampire on the pavement and just started going to town on it. Punching him over and over again in the face, until she could feel his blood splattering up on her skin. He'd already stopped moving but Faith hadn't stopped beating him. His face was starting to look like raw hamburger meat when Buffy pulled her roughly away from him and slammed the stake home.
"What are you doing? That one was mine!" Faith exclaimed, as the last vampire tackled her hard to the ground. She let out a yell as her face scraped against the pavement. But the pressure only lasted for a second before Buffy plucked him off of Faith and staked him.
Getting up off of her feet, Faith nailed Buffy right in the face with her fist. "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" She yelled at her.