ALASTAIR - BUFFY - NEEDY;
She'd sent one demon flying into a wall and was about to go after it, when she it. Him. It. It was more appropriate. Buffy stopped in her tracks, her face hard as she looked at Alastair. Well, he wasn't running. That had to say one thing about him. The knife in his hands, and as far as she could tell, there wasn't another on his person.
She was getting just a little bit tired now. The split on her lip was going to be annoying later. But this was it, the one they needed to find the most. The Slayer glanced around her, noting the status on as many of the team as she could. They were doing their job. Some were holding their own, some were just kicking ass. Though she noted, some, without the team, would have been in a whole lot of trouble against only one or two demons.
They'd all work on that later.
Turning her head back to Alastair, she started toward him. The urge to simply take off his head was strong. Really, really, strong, but that wasn't going to be any good. No, she'd prove them all wrong. She'd take them down.
"Needy!" Buffy called over her shoulder. She wasn't stupid, she might be able to fight him alone. Maybe, but someone else was going to increase her chances. Needy wasn't trained, but she was strong, she could learn, and she probably owed Alastair a few punches.