That is, especially after the initial "killing vampires is so nifty", I bet that Slayer participation in Slaying is going to drop off. A lot of them are going to want normal lives, and those who are willing to Slay will get burnt out.
The initial rush may be enough to do the trick. How many vampires and incarnate demons can there be in the world? My impression was that hundreds, if not thousands, of Slayers were called. If it averages out to five or ten demons per Slayer, I don't think many of them would burn out, and ones who band together to work would have an even easier time of it and less burnout/trauma. Certainly none of them is going to face the kind of crushing responsibility buffy had to for years.
Maybe slayers also receive some sort of "joy in killing things" emotional response along with their physical abilities when they're called. Or that the girls who get called are automatically predisposed to enjoy the act of slaying. I think that all the slayers we were shown genuinely liked killing things, even Buffy who rarely admitted it.
I forget the name of the episode. You know, locked in the crypt by B and S to kill their first vampire. But when the Potentials were put through their paces the one thing they all agreed on afterward was the rush they got from personal combat.
Certainly Amanda enjoyed beating up boys, even before she was turned. Though Buffy herself, pre-chosing, seemed more likely to want to shop than scrap.
It all seemed to come as a realization to them. I guess it's the whole death-is-on-the-line jolt of power and confidence.
they all agreed on afterward was the rush they got from personal combat.
Tisn't only Slayers who get that. Ask any SCA fighter. Except for the fact that I hate sweating that much, I'd be out there still.
Lots of people enjoy an adrenaline rush. doesn't matter where they get it.
Tisn't only Slayers who get that. Ask any SCA fighter. Except for the fact that I hate sweating that much, I'd be out there still.
Word. Well, three, actually. [Pennsic field battle] And the sweat is of the good, it carries all those pheromones and stuff.
Of course, when Hubby's reliably back on his feet, I'll be a member of his siege engine crew. Still, it's few wives these days who can say they've stood on the field of battle side by side with their husband, covering each other's backs.
How do you find the old SCA fighter? War stories at the drop of a hat. Heck, we won't even wait for you to find a hat.
I'd love to do SCA and partake in Pennsic. But I don't have the patience to squire or the moolah to make mine own armor.
Guess I'll have to be happy beating on my friends with bamboo and whalin' on a heavy bag with my fists.
Which does not, much to my disappointment, include wearing armor.
