– “Hey, I’m takin’ a sabbatical from Elijah to help you out, here. If I gotta get my bounce on digitally, that’s my business.” when she could have just denied sexting, like a normal adult would have. She taps the screen to send whatever filthy message she’s writing and starts slipping her phone back in her jacket pocket, “What I wanna know is what Zorak’s even doin’ here? Pretty sure we told his fat ass to stay in his own dimension.” Although, now that she mentions it, they probably should’ve made him sign something instead of just taking Brak’s word for it that he’d be a good evil alien mantis and stop trying to take over random universes.
“Dude, he’s not here. We’d at least see the yellow gloves, man, they’re like day-glo. Maybe we should head - oof!” but she’s tackled before she can finish bitching, tumbles over Buffy and hits the dirt floor on her shoulders with a skid. Ugh. Thank god for vampire healing.
“Yeah, yeah. You told me so.” She winces, suddenly in full-blown game face, all fangs and veins and bloodshot eyes thanks to the impact jostling her hair-trigger monster-ness, “Dang, B. Couldn’t just say, ’duck!’?” she’s too done with this nonsense to get all fancy and flip to her feet so she just climbs off the ground, immediately strikes a ready stance, “Eugh. That thing could use a mud mask.”
“You’re welcome!” Buffy instead opts for a fancy get up but strikes a battle pose almost identical to Faith’s. Yeah, that happens sometimes, “Uh-oh.” In response to whatever the hell that sound was that Zorak just made. She tilts her head towards her sister slayer, “I think you hurt his feelings.” Buffy’s whispering but it’s actually too loud to qualify as a whisper, “Hey, don’t listen to Faith. She doesn’t know the first thing about self care. What I think she meant to say was…” and casually starts to approach him, like they’re on the same side and he poses absolutely no threat to her whatsoever, “Is with a little pampering and some good ol’ fashioned exfoliation…” A sword rings as it’s drawn. Buffy raises it above her her head, “You could really — oh!”
But Zorak’s too quick, engulfing one of his enemies hands in goo (that shoots from his mouth) before she can seal the deal. The stuff is freakishly strong too, knocking Buffy off her feet and pinning her to the wall with such impact it causes her to grimace, hard, “Argh…”
She stirs a little before reopening her eyes, panic quickly setting in at the realisation that her hands and arms are forcibly bound above her head. She’s still holding onto the sword, though. But what good is a sword if you can’t use it, “Uh, Faith…” Buffy’s dangling from the wall, struggling to break her wrists free from the substance as Zorak starts to crawl towards her. This only causes her to struggle more, “Faith...” He begins to close in on her, with such delight you’d think she was his last meal on earth, “A little help here!”