She noted that stance with another nod and slid comfortably into one of her own. Side-facing: less of a target. Arms up. Fists loose. Front knee slightly bent to take most of her weight but her back leg was ready to take that burden should it be necessary. Like a looser version of a soto uke block. They had talked about Judo before -- and Buffy did want to return to that thought -- but for now she simply needed to coax Gregor into showing her what he was capable of achieving.

"Solar plexus," she called the shot because to do otherwise would be cruel. Better to let him block it. "In three, two, one..."

Buffy stepped into a middle lunge punch. She didn't want to hurt Gregor but she would do him no favours by going easy on him; instead, she tried to lash out with just about as much strength as if he was being attacked by a man of his own comparable size.