Short Stories

Training

The man growled as he pinned the small slayer to the wall with his hand wrapped around her throat.
At least, he looked like a man even though, he was, in fact, a programmed robot made specifically for training the toughest of slayers. This was why this machine scared the shit out of Pidge Gunderson. However, she had a way of beating it everytime.

With her feet dangling in the air, she shook her glasses off, grabbed the robot's wrist to keep it in place and worked up enough momentum to swing herself up above the arm and land her tailbone on it.
Since this robot was made to immitate vampires, and vampires' bones do in fact break, it took its hand away quickly and cradled its arm. Now, the robot, named F.R.I.D.A.Y., was not the only one hurt. Landing your tailbone on straight up metal hurt like hell. No problem, something as trivial as pain did not keep her from charging at it, pinning it to the ground and "staking" it through the "heart".
Although it hurt sometimes, Pidge was always grinning at the end of training with Willow and Giles' robot. Always.