On the bright side, at least she's not using silver bullets, right?

"Er, Amy," said Kennedy as she watched Darla start to aim her revolvers in Kennedy's direction. "This might be a good time to cast a spell."

"Shut up, Kennedy," said Amy, as she started to chant. "I need to concentrate."

"That's right," said Darla, still holding the two guns in her hands. "Witches need to concentrate when they cast a spell. Perhaps I can help you with that."

And with that, she fired a bullet straight into Amy's left arm.

As Amy screamed with pain and grabbed her wounded arm, Darla just smiled and exclaimed, "Oops! My bad! Well, at least I didn't use silver bullets. I heard somewhere that you witches just hate silver bullets."

"I thought that was werewolves," said Kennedy.

"So not the time, Kennedy," said Amy, trying to think of a spell she could cast with one hand.

"Perhaps another gunshot wound would help," said Darla.

And with that, she fired yet another bullet into Amy's right leg.

As Amy collapsed upon the ground, she said, "Kennedy... A little help, please."

"Oh, the hell with this!" exclaimed Darla. "Dru, please feel free to break the Witch's Daughter's other arm. Maybe if you break it with enough ****, she'll scream in agony and then beg me to put her out of her misery."

"Whatever you say, Grandmother," said Drusilla. "Your wish is my command."

Kennedy immediately blocked Drusilla from walking in Amy's direction and then pointed a stake at Drusilla's chest.

"Back off, Drusilla!" she exclaimed. "I'll kill you if I have to."

Drusilla grinned. "You really think you could take me, Witch's Girlfriend? Many people have said the same thing to me and Spike over the years. Some of them were even Slayers. Yet Spike and I are still here."

"I'm warning you, Drusilla," said Kennedy.

"Warning me, huh?" asked Drusilla. "It seems to me that a Slayer once said the same thing to my boyfriend Spike. Now what was her name? Oh, yes. Nikki Wood. Guess what happened to her?"

"Just shut up and stake her already, Kennedy!" cried Amy as she clutched her wounded leg.

"Quiet, Amy," said Kennedy. "I got this. I just gotta avoid her eyes."

And all the while, Darla was quietly shifting the aim of her guns from Amy's face to the back of Kennedy's head.