buffy summers; slayer, the (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goingtowin) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
She could hear the fight around her, somewhere she could hear Dawn screaming for her, which meant that she was still alive, but Xander and Vi hadn't found her yet. She really, really hoped that no one had cut her. No, they hadn't. There was no massive portal of destruction with dragons flying around. They were still winning, and with Glory gone, they could do this. Or she hoped the others could, because she was out.
When she felt someone putting pressure on her stomach, Buffy's eyes opened slightly, her head turning. It was the last person she had ever expected to help her. At least, from the time she was from.
She half looked at her stomach, though she couldn't really see it that well. It was some kind of fabric. Her jacket, probably. "Thought you wanted to kill me." she breathed out, though she wasn't be serious. For some reason, she didn't think Faith was going to kill her. Not now, or ever really. But really not now, because something told her Faith would want an actual fight, from start to finish, just to see who was better.