There's a Whistle. She can't remember this one's name, he's the one whose Bell hasn't been in. "Hey, Whistle," says Juliet.
"You good at breaking shit? I don't have any candidates lined up right now - usually I go to L.A. on weekends and make some demons very unhappy that my boyfriend found out where they live - but if you need a change of pace from being kidnapped and you can handle yourself on my level, we could wander the neighborhood and see if anything tries to eat us."
"Okay, but since you are not a The Slayer, let's go spar in the back a bit, see how you are, I wouldn't wanna explain to your Bell why her Whistle's been folded, spindled, or mutilated and all three are unfortunately likely where I live." Juliet leads him to the backdoor. "Unless you have some form of super-strength," she adds, "you don't need to worry about hurting me. Anything breaks I can nap it off in the Belltower, and you probably can't even bruise me."
"What? I know I don't look it, but I'm totally very-gently-possessed by a demon that gives me superpowers, plus Amariah visited once and decked me out with all kinds of witchy blessings."
"Oh. Well, I'm hard to hurt in the first place - not least because I don't plan to just stand here like a punching bag once we get started - and I heal fast, too. I haven't picked up any injuries that weren't gone overnight so far and I tangle with stuff bigger and toothier and more venomous and scalier and whatnot than you all the time."
She finds a nice clear spot in the Milliways backyard, and drops into a ready position. "It won't stick if I wind up hurting you - Shell Bell shot a dreaming alt of yours once, he woke up fine - but I'll pull my punches anyway. Surprise me."
Juliet's style is completely unlike Aegis's. Aegis moves with - well - vicious precision, but there's no extra power behind her strikes. And her comfort with her motion is based on having had her exo from childhood, not from having acquired it as a sudden boost at age seventeen (which Aegis has not yet attained to begin with). Juliet is also fast - maybe faster - and also precise - maybe less so - but everything she does is predicated on the fact that she has overwhelming power to put behind her moves (even though she is in fact being gentle with Sue) and doesn't need to worry as much as an unaltered human about being hurt. Long practice with Sherlock also means she's particularly good at not telegraphing. Sherlock can still usually catch her preparing to act. Sue most likely can't.
And when somebody tells him he doesn't have to hold back, he believes them.
It's actually easier to hit Juliet than it is to hit Aegis. It just doesn't have as much effect.
Which just means he needs to try harder, right?
When he gets his balance back and sneaks in past her guard to get at her face, she gets a bloody nose. It doesn't look like it hurts her that much, but it's a mess. "Ick, hold it," she says, straight-arming him in the chest to put him on the ground in case he takes a moment to process the call to halt. "I thought I was getting used to the smell of blood, but it's in my nose, ick. Let's go in and I can clean up. Nicely done."
"Glad you enjoyed yourself," laughs Juliet, attempting to hold her face in such a way that the blood doesn't get on her shirt. She goes up to Bar and gets tissues and peroxide for the drops she missed, but she's already stopped actively bleeding by the time these things appear. "Okay, if you can give the Slayer a bloody nose, you can walk around Sunnydale with her for a bit, if you want. We probably won't find anything."
"I'm gonna pop up to the Belltower real quick - I just found this door and haven't been yet - but assuming it's empty and there's not much to catch up on in the book we can go straight after. You want another look at the book yourself?"
Up the stairs and into the Tower. It is unoccupied. Juliet catches up on the contents of the book and lets Sue read over her shoulder.
"Us Bells like to keep busy," says Juliet. She hands him the book so he can see what happened before the point where she last saw the records. "What's yours been up to? You could put in an update, we do like to keep up with one another."