Heh. RL tripped me up last night. So no new part last night.
New part tonight.
Plus, I really, really have to catch up the comments y'all have been leaving in my LJ. And update FF.net so I can catch up with the archive there because I've been waaaaaay too lazy to pump parts into memories. I'm hoping to manage that sometime next week.
Up to part 52 can be found here
Continued from here
“You know…” Kennedy sounded almost philosophical. A neat trick since she was also out of breath. “Being a Slayer? Not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be.”
“Never is,” Buffy replied. “Duck!”
“Duck? Where?” Kennedy asked.
A dirt monster slammed a fist into the back of Kennedy’s head, knocking her down. In a smooth move, she rolled and back-flipped on to her feet.
“That never gets old.” It was Buffy’s turn to sound philosophical. She crouched as a hand whistled through the empty air over her head.
“Glad you’re amused,” Kennedy dryly replied.
“Yeah, well, I make fun because I love,” Buffy said.
FLIP! FLIP! FLIP!
“Seriously, though,” Kennedy threw a haymaker at the closest target. “How can you tell the difference between a good fight and a bad fight?”
POW! POW! POW!
Buffy scrambled to her feet, trying not to rub the bruise that she just knew was forming on her cheekbone. “A good fight…” she paused as she danced away from a rapidly arriving elbow to her face. She tried again. “A good fight is when you don’t have to trowel on the make-up the next morning to hide the black-and-blue badness.”
“Ahhhh,” Kennedy nodded as she tore a small headstone out of the ground and tossed it at a dirt man’s head. “And a bad fight?”
One of the dirty many grabbed Buffy by her collar and lifted her off the ground. She had just enough time to say, “I think this pretty much qualifies.”