The kangaroo court put itself on pause as the violence persisted. Buffy stepped back with the natural recoil one has when an enemy thought to be done pops back up again. She groaned and spared a glance at the rest of the assembled bodies. Tyrion's execution has been stayed, but only so long as the spectacle persisted. The Lady stood solemn and patient, as though she had eternity to mete out her punishments.

"Sounds like that makes two of us." Not from around here. She'd not yet met a jaw what could slot so perfectly back into place. Not here, at least. Not in this world. But she'd felt his skin when her fist connected, and she knew him to be warm. He wasn't a vampire.

Buffy didn't wait long before advancing once again, lifting her leg into a roundhouse kick with more power behind it than she'd initially planned to use. Not when she thought she was smacking 'round human types.