As rough as a gig as Slaying was, Buffy had to admit it was a hell of a way to get your cardio in. A few minutes ago she had spotted a girl about her age being dragged out of the Bronze, presumably to an inaudible vampire dinner bell, one thing had led to the next, and now Buffy was right in the middle of her nightly work out. Usually she tried to keep the fights short; it felt way too much like asking for trouble not to end it where she could. But once in awhile she gave a vamp a few extra minutes