Rescue
As if kicking hell goddess ass wasn't incentive enough, Buffy was letting her use the Scythe. The moment it had been placed in her hands, she was ready to go dice up some minion. She'd brought along the extra weapons she said she would but taking a look around, it looked like no one was going to need them. If the army of potentials at Buffy's house had seemed like an eclectic bunch, they were nothing compared to this group.
It was so cool.
Approaching the apartment, she stayed alert. After all the nests and dark sewers, it seemed strange to be kicking down the door of an apartment. If so much hadn't been at stake, she would've been gawking at the flameheaded motorcycle rider and the lightsaber that had just come into play. But her attention was fully on the minions in front of them, finding Glory, and doing the job Buffy had given her and Kendra.
"Watch each other's backs," she called before swinging the scythe into an oncoming demon. The blade slid in and up, quick and clean. She kicked the dying minion back and pressed forward.