Kara, Andrea Clark, then Buffy vs. Glory
Whatever happened with Glory, she hadn't been able to follow it. She knew when the God had been hit, because the sound it made was hard to miss. When Glory ended up in the wall, Buffy couldn't help but snort back a laugh. It wasn't funny, no, but leave it to the hell god to bitch about cheating. Sword ready, Buffy jumped down from where she had been watching, landing gracefully on her feet. "That was so much better than a wrecking ball. Maybe they should go another round?" she asked, tilting her head as she gazed in Glory's direction.
"Guess some people are just stronger than you." and they were, she knew that at least Clark and Kara were. But they could die, where as Glory, in this form, couldn't. And they could have their minds taken. Which was why they had to get out. As powerful as they were, it would have only taken one mistake.
Her hands were behind her back, the sword traveling up the length of her spine, and currently hidden behind her. "I think we both remember how this goes. Last chance to give up?" she didn't wait for a respond as she took one step toward the god. Even if she was hurting, Buffy knew the god would push it aside to deal with her. Buffy had just pissed her off too many times.