vala knocks her hand out of daniel's hair. "he's not an underdog."

faith stands up, and turns to face vala. she mimics vala's pose -- hip cock, arms akimbo, sneer. easy enough; it's her pose through and through. "tell you what, space slut. how about we fight for him?"

faith is almost impressed when vala pulls two knives out of nowhere. but faith's got one up on her -- she pulls out a sword, spins it in one hand -- oh, thank you, slayer strength, for making the coolest moves look like no sweat -- and is ready.

she doesn't want to hurt vala -- in fact, vala might be even more interesting than dorky daniel in his round glasses and do-rag.

"are you sure you want to do this, human?" sneers vala as they circle each other, ignoring the concerns of the group of pussies around them.

"we're five by five, alien," replies faith, and lunges.