It wasn't familiar for him--well, maybe the Bringers were starting to be a little familiar, just from sneaking around this place, but the rest of...everything...was still weird. The Bringers looked human enough to him that, while he didn't really care about hurting them, he wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of killing them.
Kavinsky stopped immediately when Buffy raised a hand, despite having been mid-step. Anyone could say he was an absolute fucking gremlin with authority issues, but no one could say he didn't follow instructions in a dangerous situation. He would listen if someone seemed like they knew what they were doing, and Buffy was confident enough. "You got it." He even managed to hold back from tacking on a reflexive sweetheart to the end of that.
He stayed back while she interrupted the...whatever it was that was going on- spell? Ritual? He liked her attitude, though maybe he was biased because it was the sort of thing he would've said, if he'd been the one strolling in to interrupt some nefarious shit. If things were less serious, less tense, he would've commented that she'd always be invited to his parties.
It wasn't his first time witnessing death, or even his second, but he'd never heard the sound of a bone breaking, a neck snapping. It wasn't pleasant. There wasn't time to dwell on it or become distracted. He knew she'd said to wait until she'd thinned the numbers, but there were only four of them, now three, and he didn't feel good about just standing around and waiting to see if she got blinded or not.
He still didn't want to start shooting, though it probably would have made things easier. It also would have brought the whole place to them and he wasn't sure just how many Bringers were in the rest of the building. It was an emergency option right now. So, he left his gun tucked into his waistband, shifted his grip on his bat, and strode over. He didn't give a warning, he didn't announce himself, he just swung, careful enough where he wouldn't hit Buffy, but with enough force to drive the nails on the end of the bat into the Bringer's side.
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Kavinsky stopped immediately when Buffy raised a hand, despite having been mid-step. Anyone could say he was an absolute fucking gremlin with authority issues, but no one could say he didn't follow instructions in a dangerous situation. He would listen if someone seemed like they knew what they were doing, and Buffy was confident enough. "You got it." He even managed to hold back from tacking on a reflexive sweetheart to the end of that.
He stayed back while she interrupted the...whatever it was that was going on- spell? Ritual? He liked her attitude, though maybe he was biased because it was the sort of thing he would've said, if he'd been the one strolling in to interrupt some nefarious shit. If things were less serious, less tense, he would've commented that she'd always be invited to his parties.
It wasn't his first time witnessing death, or even his second, but he'd never heard the sound of a bone breaking, a neck snapping. It wasn't pleasant. There wasn't time to dwell on it or become distracted. He knew she'd said to wait until she'd thinned the numbers, but there were only four of them, now three, and he didn't feel good about just standing around and waiting to see if she got blinded or not.
He still didn't want to start shooting, though it probably would have made things easier. It also would have brought the whole place to them and he wasn't sure just how many Bringers were in the rest of the building. It was an emergency option right now. So, he left his gun tucked into his waistband, shifted his grip on his bat, and strode over. He didn't give a warning, he didn't announce himself, he just swung, careful enough where he wouldn't hit Buffy, but with enough force to drive the nails on the end of the bat into the Bringer's side.