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[redeems]

( He grits through his teeth in pain, coming forward onto one knee, at least closer to her in proximity to maybe do some damage. The blood she draws starts to drip down his hand to hers. )

[stake]

[ His blood leaks between his grip around her wrist and Faith is finally able to slip free. She scurries away, putting distance between them first, then turning around with her fists raised defensively. She's panting for air, her heart is pounding, but she refuses to look scared. ]

[redeems]

( He shakes some of the blood off, as the wound subsides and closes up and when he looks up with a growl, he's put on his familiar game face.

He comes to a standing position, wiping his hand on his pants. )

Kitty's got claws.

[stake]

[ Faith has backed herself up close to the ruins of the wooden bench. There's one piece there, a little less pointed than she'd like but she can be the driving force. It rests at an angle, half of it jutting into the air, and Faith brings a boot down on the piece under it, it causing a see-saw effect that launches her new makeshift stake into the air where she can catch it. ]

You've got a real death wish for someone so high on life.

[redeems]

( He bounces from one foot to the other, ready for a second round, but still plays to what he thinks may be some form of guilt? )

You'd really just do me in like that? What would Buffy say?

[stake]

[ Luckily, she is immune to guilt in the same way that someone who ingests a little each day becomes immune to poison. She scoffs. ]

Not a huge concern at the moment. Or ever.

[redeems]

Come on. Give us a kiss.

( He lets her make the first move again, but doesn't press her forward. Just stays put. This is the fun. She's good, he'll give her that. But, she's not as resourceful. Not older. Not wiser. Not even ruthless.

And she's scared. )

[stake]

[ She doesn't move except to narrow her gaze into something equal parts mean and suspicious. ]

What are you playing at?

[redeems]

Well, I meant, give it your best shot. Come and get me. But, did something deep down in your lady parts just palpate? I'm not Angel. I'm better. Didn't you always want better, Faith?

( If she's not going to swing at him again, then he's going to get inside her head. )

It wasn't me, but, oh, I felt that kiss Angel gave you. Back when he and Buffy duped you, bad. Got all under that skin. Share all your deep dark secrets. Give the plan away...

[stake]

[ Faith jerks her head back with the sort of disgusted look that usually accompanies stepping in feces. She meant to get down to the point of it all, his reason for picking a fight with her. But his response makes her reflexively defensive. ]

Going for the double Slayer special? Bet you thought I'd make this easy. Jokes on you, 'cause easy as I am? I'm still above you.

[redeems]

I knew you were a wildcard. Now I see that self righteous streak's still intact. Guess you're not a lost cause, after all.

( He sounds - disappointed? Impressed? )