"Bit early," Wesley commented, as he and Xander stepped into the gym to oversee Faith's training.
"Something's wrong," Faith said distractedly, holding another knife up.
"Wrong?" Xander almost gulped.
The two men looked at the target Faith has been practicing on, noting that only three knives were actually on it, and far from the centre.
"Perhaps you shouldn't - " Wesley made a face as the knife hit the wall, leaving a mark. "do that anymore."
"And on top of that, I got a bad case of the dizzies last night and almost let a vamp stake me." Faith glanced at them. "With my own stake."
"Faith, maybe - " Xander looked to Wesley for guidance.
"I'm way off my game," Faith continued. "My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca! What's going on?"
"Maybe a flu bug," Wesley suggested smoothly. "I know as a Slayer you have a higher immunity to things like that, but it's not completely out of the question. Especially with all of the travelling lately."
"You're probably just worn out," Xander continued. "So maybe just stop patrolling for 48 hours, get some rest."
"No, it's ok... I just need more training," Faith said. She threw another knife and Wesley let out a cry, ducking as the knife narrowly missed him. "Oops."
"Faith, perhaps you should take Xander's advice?" Wesley asked carefully.
"You guys don't seem to be as worried as you should be," Faith said, looking at them. "I have no strength, no coordination. I throw knives like - "
"A girl?" Xander suggested.
"Like I'm not the Slayer."
"We'll get to the bottom of this, I promise," Wesley assured her. "In the meantime, go get some rest."
"Alright," Faith agreed. "I promised Angel I'd check in with him about yesterday anyway."
She rubbed her head as she left the gym, heading for Angel's office.
Xander turned to Wesley.
"After this test is over, I would very much like to quit this job."
Wesley nodded. "Agreed."