It was late evening in Sunnydale and Buffy was, as usual, busy training. Sweat ran down her beautiful face as she repeatedly pounded on her punch bag, releasing all the stress she had gained through an annoyingly long day at Sunnydale High. As she performed a particularly energetic round house kick to the bag, Giles entered the room and coughed to get her attention. Buffy wiped her brow with her wrist and rearranged her white tank top she always wore whilst training.
"You seem to be trying your utmost to reduce that bag to dust" Commented Giles
Buffy slowed her breathing before she spoke, "Just a bad day" She said simply, "Nothing to worry about"
Giles regarded her interest before continuing "Well, as long as your okay.." He said quietly.
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