Seconds after Angel noticed the presence of the Slayer; she attacked him, fists and feet flying. A few patrons left the bar when the fight began, but most stayed, trying to get a good view of the brawl. Then, the bartender asked in a loud, exaggerated voice,
"It's the Slayer! What brings the, uh, Slayer here?" Upon hearing this, a large portion of the remaining clientele headed for the exits. Catherine snapped the wooden leg of a chair, and went to drive it into Angel's chest.
A firm grip stopped her arm in mid-movement. She looked up to see a petite blonde glaring at her. The blonde twisted her arm and threw her off of the vampire, placing herself in front of him protectively.
Catherine stood up, falling into a defensive stance, and stared wide-eyed at the girl. She knew not to judge on appearance, but she couldn't imagine how the girl could possibly be as strong as she was. She wasn't a vamp, Catherine would have sensed that.
"What are you?" The blonde demanded, her voice low and dangerous.
"I'm Catherine." She replied, easily slipping back into the role she'd abandoned so long ago. "The Vampire Slayer."