Vivian gasped as her arms were flung upwards by the interruption. She stumbled back, barely saving herself from falling onto her ass. She glared at the new threat, watching carefully as the dust from his skid cleared. Her arms hurt from the force she felt when their blades clashed and she adjusted her grip, tossing the hilt between her hands as the showoff twirled his own weapon. [i]This is bad,[/i] she thought, sparing a glance in Dawn's direction. She was still down for the count, and Vivian had already teleported twice trying to kill one person--and he wasn't even dead. She noticed, though, they were just as wary of her--if not more--as her first attacker settled his attention on her again. 

A tired smile remained on her lips, a bead of sweat on her forehead. For all her tricks, she hadn't seen either use their powers. "Can't take a little girl all on your own?" she taunted, desperate for a moment to regroup. "What do you want from us anyway?" As she spoke, her golden eyes flickered between the two. It was a stall, of course. Dawn had said they wanted the two of them dead, and neither seemed like big talkers. But she was afraid of her own fatigue if she rushed in again.