[Azula didn't figure herself for being that well concealed, but then it's also dark. For a moment she indulges the predatory part of herself that toys with its meal before moving in for the kill. It's a minute or two to savor the fact that she is in control. She already has the upper hand.

As usual, as far as she is concerned. She'll never acknowledge that Buffy probably wordlessly offers an indulgence or two to spare her ego.

She tires of this soon enough, and holds up a palm; it bursts silently to life with blue light. Just as she's letting it fly--]

Too slow.