<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail "Abby" Holden<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human/Slayer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>River, Anyala, Rae, Amilcar, Keiran<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Abby was able to keep up with the others fairly easily. Homestead might not teach it's women how to fight, but it<em>was</em>a military base, run by military men who expected everyone to be in fighting shape. Running laps around the base was a pretty common occurance and Abby had had stamina before she'd inherited a Slayer's powers. Now it seemed that, like her strength, had increased as well. She found it interesting that she could hold the pace, without flagging, for as long as they did. She'd never been a slouch at distance running but it had always tired her out before. It made her wonder just what her new limits really were.<br/><br/><em>"Gor'Slugg!"</em><br/><br/>Abby was about to ask what a Gor'Slugg was when River suddenly dove into her, carrying her to the ground him. Looking up at him she couldn't see, so much as feel, the demon rip it's way up out of the ground. Instead all she could see was River's face and the thread of terror that ran through her came out as irreverence, which was common for her, "Thanks but if you wanted to be on top, you should have chosen a better time."<br/><br/>Knowing there was more going on that just taunting River, she pushed him up while murmuring, "Go help the others, I'll stay out of the way and act as look-out," and then just stared in amazement at what she was seeing once he moved! She had known she'd been sheltered but she hadn't realized, until that moment, just<em>how</em>sheltered she'd been! Seeing the beast before her she found herself caught between conflicting urges. One side of her brain was screaming at her to run, and<em>fast</em>, while the other half of her brain wanted to drive something sharp and pointy through the things brain!<br/><br/>Since she didn't actually have anything sharp and pointy, or even something that would make the beast explode, she had already decided the wisest course of action was to step back away from the fray and act as a look-out so that those fighting wouldn't need to worry about something coming up behind them while they were engaged. Watching them fight was a reminder of how much she had to learn, and even while she kept her eyes out for more trouble, a part of her brain was watching, analyzing, and storing away what was happening, who and how they were doing it, and what effect it had so that she could ask questions later.