Jean-Paul's search for guidance would be interrupted by playful sound of a life and death brawl. The noise started to come closer until Buffy was thrown through the plywood back of a life sized manger and like a bowling ball, managed to take down a few replica wise men with her. The stone figures really didn't do much to break her fall. At least the temporary distance from her attackers gave her some time to reel in pain before hopping back onto her feet.
It was then she realized she had an audience. Buffy glanced down at the fake baby Jesus and then gave Jean-Paul a thumbs up. "Sorry! He's okay!"
(If the wise men really had been so wise, they would have stood somewhere else away from the wreckage that was a slayer's job. Never mind that they were made of stone and not real.)
The demon, followed by three chain mail wearing vampires who accessorized their SCA gear with very real, poinky swords, caught up to Buffy and the fight began again. She was a little slower after being thrown through a manger and though she took punches like a pro, there were a few more she might have been able to avoid entirely if she weren't so preoccupied with her own raw smashing and kicking and punching bits.