Sample 2
They were screwed, he knew it, did Buffy know it?
These were just girls. A little faster? Marginally. A little stronger? Barely. A little sharper? Not in the least.
Most of 'em made him look smart, and he knew his own limitations.
But, not their fault was it, some higher up was the one playing pin the tail on the victim, and all these unlucky girls were the ones looking like asses.
Not for the first time he wished that somehow he'd been able to beat the first, to beat the damn thing down. Not that he'd even had any opportunity, but the idea was nice, to spare all these girls the pain, and spare Buffy the guilt and greif everytime one of them wasn't fast, strong, or smart enough.
With a sigh he uncrossed his arms and turned away from the window, 'feeling' her before he heard the front door, and moving to meet her as she shuffled slowly from room to room. She was hurt, that much he knew just from the sound of her movments, let alone seeing them, but sure enough she was dinged up when she came into view.
"Rough day at the office? Hear that cousellin malarky can be hell with teen angst."
He quipped moving over toward her at a general speed. He didn't want to seem to be rushing, for her to push him away. Nor taking his time, so she would feel he didn't care.
"You okay?"
His tone held a measure of concern. By 'okay' he meant her brand of okay, which was 'physical damage healed by tommorow with Slayer perks', okay, not everyone elses version of okay, cos she never met that one after a fight.