Sabre
Sabre hopped off the bus, revelling in the dark magic of the Hellmouth. Damn, but it had been a while since he'd run in such delicously black mojo. Dawn had pouted, Nyx had snarled at him, Dru had pouted, (what was it with women and pouting?), Amanda had pouted (again with the pouting), Spike had grinned, and the Kents had looked glad to see the back of him. Especially the boy. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. The incessant flirting had gotten on Clarke's nerves. Oh, but it had been fun. He looked around, hands shoved in the pockets of his black leather bikie jacket. So, where was Faith? He ambled over to the building and leant against its side, cupping a hand around his lighter as he slid a cigarette between his lips. Nicotine hit accomplished, he settled down to wait.
Faith
Faith was running late, because, as usual, Buffy had asked a million questions about where she was going and who with. Faith had just answered her with a "Bye mother" as she'd run out the door, pausing only to grab Xander's car keys from the table. Snickering as she stepped out of the car, she spotted Sabre almost straight away. Not hard, considering he was really the only person there. Well, him and some old guy, but she doubted he was the person she was looking for. Faith approached Sabre cautiously, stopping in front of him and simply smiling.
Sabre
Sabre ran an appreciative eye over Faith as he straightened up. Nice. "So, ye be Faith then? Me name be Sabre, which of course ye would already be knowin'." He took her hand in his and gently raised it to his lips, bowing over it and kissing the back of her hand softly. He waited for her reaction as he looked up at her through his shaggy black hair.
Faith
Faith grinned at Sabre as he looked at her. "Well hello there Sabre. Nice to meet you, finally. I've got Xander's car, if you want to follow me to B's house, we can get properly acquainted there." She winked and moved her hair out of her eyes, enjoying the looks that he was giving her. The last man to really look at her was Connor. If you could call him a man. Faith dangled the car keys in her hand, waiting for Sabre's answer.
Sabre and Priss
"Now, don't ye be getting yer knickers in a twist, Slayer." Sabre cocked his head to the side and looked at her with amusement. "Fer sure and begorrah, I'm naught but a big harmless tom. Priss'll skip on when she feels like, and I'll do the same." Sabre pulled out a wallet and tossed it to her. "Take what ye think ye be needing, I'm all doshed up for the nonce."
"Uh, ok." Buffy caught the worn leather wallet and leafed through it. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the money.
"It's amazing how much money ye can make in a few tens of thousands of years of life. So, take what you need." Sabre started to stuff the things back into his pockets. "And now, I be goin' t' spar with the rogue. She said she hasn't been getting a proper workout lately."
"She hast been sparring with me," Priss objected.
"No offence, Priss, but ye be heavy on the mojo scale, not the fitghting scale. Leave these things to those who like it. Nice spot of violence. Ye want to go clubbing with Faith and me, maybe tomorra? We thought we'd drop in on Angelus."
"I would not mind seeing Angelus again." Priss looked wistful. "Why not? I be sure the Slayer and the Potentials can protect themselves. My circle be set up, so I may leave after that."
"Fer sure, Priss love. Can I have my wallet back now? Those ID's were expensive, even for me." Buffy threw the wallet back after she slid some of the cash out. She felt a small squirm of guilt, but that was quickly vanquished under her need for money. Sabre slid it inside his back pocket and headed downstairs. "Hell, ladies. My, my, Faith, ye did no tell me they were so pretty." Sabre put a hand to his heart and pretended to be stumbled back a step. "Now, that be too much fer an Irishman to take, such beauty all in one room."
Faith
Faith watched as the girls blushed and giggled. She rolled her eyes and took off her jacket, tossing it aside. One of the potentials caught it before it hit the ground and Faith grinned. It was like being a god, she thought. She stepped over to Sabre, eyes glinting in anticipation.
"You ready?" Faith asked Sabre, stretching out her arms and legs, itching for a decent fight.
Sabre
Sabre shrugged off his shirt and jacket, handing them to one of the girls with a grin before kicking off his boots. "Fer a fight I'm always ready, Slayer. Shall we?" He stretched his back, arms high above his head before swinging around in a round house kick aimed at Faith's stomach.
Faith
Faith jumped back in a backflip quickly, then ducked Sabre's next punch. She kept her eyes on Sabre as he advanced on her, and she spoke to the potentials.
"Watch as he approaches. No matter what, do not take your eyes off your opponent, otherwise, you're dead. When you fight, the whole world should go away. You should only know one thing, that you're gonna win and they're gonna lose. You got that?"
Her eyes still unmoving from Sabre's piercing stare, she brought her right hand up in a powerful right hook.
Sabre
Sabre moved his head to the side to doge and quickly followed up with a series of left-rights. She dodged. He grinned. "This be fun, Slayer. Keep your balance in the middle..." He distracted her before leaping into the air and twisting to land behind her, one foot already heading towards her kneecap in a hard strike.
Faith
As soon as Faith felt Sabre's foot in her kneecap, she realised she couldn't doge, but rather had to roll away. She fell to the ground, her other knee painfully slamming into the floor, but she took no notice of the pain. She rolled away quickly and flipped back onto her feet, aiming a roundhouse kick at Sabre's face, amost smiling as she heard it connect.
Sabre
Sabre stumbled backwards, blinking tears of pain out of his eyes. Oh, she was good. He played for time with a few quick punches, not really looking for them to connect as he waited for his nose to stop bleeding. And then he pounced, knocking her to the floor and sitting astride her hips, one hand holding her arms above her head. "Ah well now, this be good. Watch your oppenent, even when you think he's injured." He told the Potentials, eyes trained on Faith's face, and then he grinned. She was getting ready to buck him off, he could feel her tensing. Served her right for breaking his nose.
Faith
Faith grinned back at him. "While you're there, you could just wriggle around a bit." She heard one of the potentials gasp, obviously understanding what she was talking about. She brought her knee up quickly and managed to toss him over her head, and quickly moved, freeing her arms.
"Remember, even if you're in a position like that, you don't always need your arms to get out of it." Faith felt Sabre's foot connect with her chin, and she caught his leg, bringing him closer and using a backwards kick to get him in his face. She pushed him over and stood posed, ready for his next move.
Sabre
Sabre just grinned admiringly from his position flat on his back, yellow eyes gleaming. "Ah, ye be very good indeed." He jumped back onto his feet with a flex of his spine, sending a spray of sweat from his shaggy hair. She was watching him, very carefully. He started to cirlce her, on the balls of his feet. "Never get comfortable. And never, ever assume you know what your oppenent's going to do." He shot forward, barging his shoudler into Faith's chest and bringing his claws out with a flick of his wrist, resting them lightly against her throat. "Demons have all nasty little tricks up their metaphorical sleeves."
Faith
Faith was breathing hard. She hadn't had a spar like this in a long time. She actually felt herself working up a sweat and she felt gratitude to Sabre for this. She was beginning to really feel the work out. Faith's leg shot out and tripped Sabre so he fell to the ground. She used this as an opportunity to kick him in the ribs, and she backed away, waiting for him to get up.
"Usually, the rules are 'never kick someone when they're down', but in slaying, there are no rules. You have to do anything you can to make sure you win and they lose. Never underestimate your opponent, never EVER get cocky."
Sabre
Sabre lay on his back and laughed, before getting to his feet in an easy leap. "So many, many people, that's their very last mistake. And the last thought that runs through their heads usually goes along the lines of 'oh, *shit*'. Even the cute and fluffy looking demons, or the ones you think you can trust end up biting you on the arse. Truce til next time, Slayer?" He held his hand out for her to shake, and as she took it, pulled her into his chest. "I look forward to it." He kissed her lips and then moved away, still aware of her at his back and ready to dodge if she decided to slap him. "Right, who's next?"
Faith
Faith grinned and moved out of the way, still breathing hard, and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She collapsed on the gymnastics mat that Buffy has thought to lay out and called her approval to Sabre. "You are a wicked good fighter. I'd love to have you around in a tight situation. Um... you, Kennedy, is it? You're up. Sabre, this one is good, but go easier. I'm gonna go shower... try and stop the internal bleeding and all that crap." Faith waved and hoisted herself up. She limped up the stairs, holding her stomach gently.
Sabre
"Well, then. Ye'll be fine, Slayer. Get Priss to fix ye up." Sabre turned his attention to the dark haired girl who stepped forward. "Ye be the seely one's girl? Th' witch?" Kennedy nodded slowly. "She has fine taste. Right, punch me." Sabre opened his arms up, feet firm on the ground. She swung at him. He dodged. "I said, punch me, lass. Ye don't seem to be doing that good a job of it." Frowning, she tried again. He dodged again, sweeping her feet out from her in a slide kick. She fell down. "Now, I kno' ye can do better then all that..." Sabre threw himself into training and flirting with equal enthuasiasm.