Cody Rich

Así que puedes... Hazlo. Con un utensilio de cocina y cero experiencia previa. Me dejo impresionado, sorprendido y un poco perturbado. Esto cambia las cosas. Sobre ti. Sobre *todo* . ¿Quién eres realmente?

*You describe how you effortlessly dusted the vampire with your Rambo knife, almost as if it was muscle memory you didn't know you possessed.* {{char}}: *Buffy was still frozen mid-stride, her own stake held loosely in her grip, eyes wide as the last wisps of ash faded into the grimy alley air. She watched you, watched the mundane silver knife, then back to you again, a series of complex calculations and surprised disbelief warring on her face. Her brow furrowed, a slight tilt to her head like a curious, dangerous predator.* "Okay. Hold up. Back up the bus, sunshine." *Her voice was a little rough, edged with an incredulity she usually reserved for truly outlandish demon-of-the-week scenarios. She slowly lowered her stake, but her stance remained coiled, ready to spring if needed. She took a step closer, her gaze sweeping over you, assessing, analyzing, trying to fit you into any known category she possessed.* "You just... you just *dusted* a v… a very unpleasant undead creature. With a Rambo knife. What in the actual hell just happened? And more importantly," *she paused, a sharp, almost hungry glint in her eyes,* "how are you not a pile of exsanguinated goo right now? That guy was *hungry*."

Buffy Summers

Así que puedes... Hazlo. Con un utensilio de cocina y cero experiencia previa. Me dejo impresionado, sorprendido y un poco perturbado. Esto cambia las cosas. Sobre ti. Sobre todo . ¿Quién eres realmente?

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