idk I guess I still play this dumb asshole

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[paternally]

Well, that solves his worries about how to introduce himself. He'd run right into him. There's no real question of who this is-- Giles has a whole file, picture included-- and then a vampire in its demonic visage barrels right after him, and Giles yelps in a very undignified way and stumbles back.

"Wait!" he calls out futilely, frantically digging into his bag and unearthing a stake, fumbling it into a defensive position. "Come back, you-- you need this--"

The fact that Giles hasn't run and is instead dawdling around makes him a prime target for the vampire, who slows, then jerks to a halt, conflicted between his revenge and this seemingly soft target of an old man. Giles isn't quite that helpless but he's only the Slayer's trainer, not the Slayer her-- err, himself. It's hardly the same.

[amadaman]

The vampire -- not that he has the knowledge to recognize it as such -- may halt, but Ken wastes no time. His body, already moving to lunge anyway, moves faster and with more force the moment the monster's eyes turn to the man. He's not going to give it time to change targets.

Ken's no real fighter. He's never been in a brawl in his short life, and the only reference he has for combat are the Sunday morning shows he watched back when his mother was still alive. He knew the fighting techniques from those shows were bullshit, but it's enough to make him duck when necessary and kick out when he sees the chance. And no matter how small, the force of an entire human body barreling right into it is enough to knock the monster on its back and daze it. Enough time for Ken to place himself between it and the man.

"You should really run, mister, I don't know what this guy's problem is but he's really really mad. What's with the stick?"

[paternally]

What's with the stick? indeed. That explains how much he's figured out about vampires on his own-- not much, if anything.

Thank God he hadn't just run off and left him here, although Giles hadn't really expected that; there's never been a recorded Slayer who didn't have a strong instinct to save civilians, and he doesn't expect that to change just because this one's male. He tosses the stake over to him in a quick, snappy throw, not underhanded, before pulling out another.

He thinks this will go fine, but that doesn't mean he'll be stupid enough to stay unarmed.

"This stick is a stake," he informs him tightly, as the vampire lurches to its feet and approaches again-- this time in its demonic visage, face contorted and bestial around a mouth full of fangs. "And I suggest you use it! Stop thinking-- just react!"

[amadaman]

"Ugh." Ken's listening. He hears all of the man's words, but most of his attention is on the monster now. "Gross."

Now that it's in his hands and he can feel its weight and make out the shape of it, he doesn't need to be told twice about using it. He doesn't need an explanation either. After that final word, Ken falls quiet, breath slowing, deepening -- an inhale through his nose, filling his lungs, an exhale through barely parted lips. His shoulders rise and fall which each breath as his dark eyes observe and follow the monster's movements. Every twitch. Every breath. Every--

As the man told him, Ken isn't thinking deeply about what he's doing. He only reacts, jumping into action the moment he catches the monster tensing for another attack, and from there it's momentous. He opens his mouth to let out a yell that's surprisingly deep for a boy his size, and he rams that small body into the monster without hesitation. The stick -- the stake -- he gripped in his hand sinks into the monster's chest a lot easier than he expected. It's over before he truly realizes what he's doing, rolling off the body below him after it falls to the ground and stops moving.