"And it's a... glar...bull...gash...nick?" Faith asked, looking at Kim with skeptical eyes.
"A Glargabullgashmanick," Kim replied, shrugging.
"Ok, is this real? Or are you trying to spend some time with me, coz I gotta say, that sounds kinda made up." Faith eyed him somewhat suspiciously.
"Well, you know, if I wanted to spend time with you, I'd pretty much just kidnap you," Kim said, keeping a straight face.
"You teleporters are creepy," she told him. "Ok, so what does this Glarga-thing look like?"
"Well they're..." Kim stopped and pointed. "Kinda like that. Ok, wait for it... one... two..."
"Good enough for me." Faith charged into the clearing, one hand already reaching for her knife as she ran.
"Three," Kim finished, before joining her in the fight.
Faith let out a hiss as her hand was cut by one of the spikes on the demon's arm. She slid her knife into it's stomach, sliding upwards, not noticing the demon's blood mixing with her own on her palm.
Kim teleported quickly out of the way as the demon charged at him, then brought his own knife out to finish the job, but he wasn't quick enough and it had shimmered out by itself.
"Crap. You ok?" he asked, extending a hand to Faith.
"Yeah, I think so," Faith replied, brushing herself off. She examined the cut in her hand. "I better get back and bandage this."
"Need a lift?"
"Nah, motel's just a few minutes walk up the road."