fandomhigh | Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fifth Period [7th. Class]

Usually, the students would enter the Danger Shop just to find Faith doing whatever she was doing, keeping to herself in silence until the actual class started. Usually, they would listen to her talking about a self defense fighting style, see her beating a guy without abusing of her Slayer powers, or just being told to fight here and run there.

This time it was different.

As the students entered they would find themselves in a big arena, somehow reminiscent of the roman Colosseum. The difference was that the arena itself was separated in a number of platforms, all of them floating around.

And there was a huge crowd roaring and cheering everyone on the stands.

"Last class kiddos", said Faith, who was dressed like she would dress every day if she didn't have to teach, cracking her knuckles and smirking a little too much. "Today we put on the arena what we learned all this time. You can fight against one of your classmates, against one of the pretty gladiators I've prepared, or against me. However, all bets are off, nobody is holding back here, no hard feelings later." She was still going to hold back, admittedly, but they didn't need to know that.

A number of light circles appeared on the ground, one for each student. "So make your choice and step in." She turned, but stopped, turning her head back with a grin. "And if you don't step in the circle, you'll have to deal with some pretty little pets that will be released in the arena." Suffice to say, she was going to love this class.

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Kennedy tried one more time to shove Faith's foot away, but nothing doing; the pain hadn't worn off enough yet for her to get a good effort in.

"I'm fine," she bit out sullenly, having caught onto that strain. "Nothing's broken. Pretty sure, anyway."

She'd probably say she was fine even if she had three cracked ribs and a concussion, but in this case, aside from the inevitable bruising and soreness, she really was.

Oh, and the embarrassment. But she'd get over that.

Faith leaned over slightly. "I can't even lower my guard around you." That was the typical tone of someone blaming herself for what had happened. "Ah, fuck, I almost get serious and..." Yeah, better leave that hanging. Crouching, Faith helped Kennedy up, in the sense that Kennedy was going up being helped by her and there was nothing she could do, save falling again to the floor.

"You are tough, but you are no Slayer, not--" yet, shit, thinkonsomethingreallyreallyfast "--now, not every if you don't control yourself, you hear me?"

Yeah, Kennedy wasn't really in a position to resist anyway. She was going to be feeling that last kick for a few days. (What was up with this getting beaten up on a weekly basis anyway? Weird. And frighteningly consistent with... something.)

She did, however, try to pull away as quickly as she could, intent on proving she was fine, dammit.

"Yeah, well." She shrugged, diffidently, but she couldn't help being a little gleeful too; another asskicking or not, she'd enjoyed that. "It's not like I'm ever going to get a say in whether or not the job comes to me, am I? This isn't something where knowing somebody with the right kind of pull is going to get me what I want. So I gotta do the best I can with what I have. Slayer or not, I want to do this."

Faith just let her talk and pull, she wasn't going anywhere. Helping her out of the platform, she decided to put the girl somewhere safe. "God, you truly have the wood for the job, I'll give you that." And that was a lot more of what she would say to any other Potential; she had seen the girls, and none of them had such...balls. Girl balls, whatever.

"Stay out of trouble for a while. Heal, get healed, I don't know.

...Let me know if you need some extra-curricular training or what-not, I think I'll stay in the island to teach for a little longer." Or a lot longer, she didn't know.

"Stay out of trouble?" Kennedy echoed, laughing-- and wincing a bit at the twinge from her ribs. "Hi, you obviously don't know me that well."

Mmm, ironic statements.

"As goes for that wood thing, 'cause yeah, not my thing." Her eyes lit up at the last part, though. "Yeah? That would rock. I've got a lot of people I can train with, here, but you know how things go down in our world. I'm so up for that."

And then Faith did something she never did. She patted Kennedy on the head, after placing her on the floor. "Shut up for a moment, alright? Focus on healing, so your girlfriend doesn't come after me."

It seemed like a good time to do it, don't ask. "I know how it goes. I'm planning to visit the mainland on this little vacations, see what can I do there and then come back for good." If Buffy needed her -and she hoped that wouldn't be the case-, then she would do what she must, but for the moment Fandom was where she wanted to stay.

Edited 2010-06-25 02:06 (UTC)

"Hey," Kennedy protested halfheartedly, laughing; ordinarily she'd bristle at that sort of thing, but it seemed kind of pointless when she didn't have the energy to spare and this was someone who'd just handed her ass to her anyway.

Still, she was persistent enough to offer, "If you need backup on any of that..."

No, Kennedy, that was completely the opposite of the point she was trying to make.

Maybe Faith chuckled a little. Maybe.

"No." It was definitive, and in a tone that left nothing to refute. Although if she knew Kennedy...She would have said 'not until you are a Slayer' but- she couldn't. Life was a bitch like that.

"...Ugh, maybe, but your Watcher will...eh, screw her?" She'll see if she could get her some lousy vampires. Weak, lousy, stupid vampires. One, or two. And she would watch. And pay attention to everything. Could she really train someone without killing her? "Don't keep your hopes high."

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