Author's Note: Very short this time.
Enjoy.
Buffy attacked and Rory defended himself with the ease of someone who had been fighting with a sword all his life. He let her push him back for a few steps before Rory retaliated. Buffy retreated stunned when Rory suddenly swept her feet out from under her making her fall back.
"What was that?" she demanded taking his hand allowing him to pull her to her feet.
Rory shrugged, "It was just instinct."
Buffy dropped her sword on the table and grabbed her bottle of water, "You're really good."
He shrugged again, "It's strange."
Chuckling she nodded taking a seat with a sigh.
"Are you okay?" Rory asked, "After everything with Ford?"
Buffy sighed, "He didn't want to die, I suppose I can understand."
"Not when you sacrifice others," Rory told her, "Especially someone who is a friend. It's meant to be the other way. You sacrifice yourself for your friends."
He paused suddenly and a shudder went through his body.
"What?" Buffy asked.
Rory shook his head, "Not sure."
"Well you didn't zone out which is an improvement," she told him.
"I don't know," he grimaced, "Just felt something odd. Probably has to do with the past life Giles believes I now have memories of."
"And the skills," Buffy reminded him, "Which is really cool."
Rory shrugged, "We'll see."
Buffy bounced to her feet again, "Okay, round two. I know what to watch out for now."