Team Ruby. -Ruby, Buffy, Booth, Lois, Martha
Shrugging, she was just going to have to take her word for it. At least someone had listened and drew a devils trap. Because Latin? Not so much her thing. Buffy could hardly string a few French words together, and she taken it all through school.
Ducking a blow, she swept one leg out, knocking a demon flat on its ass, before literally jumping up, and dragging it with one neat tug right into the devils trap along with the other one, where it could stay with the others.
When she turned back around, she squared off with another one who had come at her while she was turned. It landed a kick square in her stomach, and while she sumtbled back slightly, if it hurt Buffy, she showed no signs of it, just kept on going with her own attack as if it hadn't really happened.
Her flask of holy water open, she flicked her wrist to send some flying, before returning the kick to the gut while the water distracted the black eyed man infront of her.