If it weren't for Beth at his back, fighting three Slayers would be Spike's wet dream. But as things stand ... "get down, pet," he growls. He hopes to hell Beth is listening, because if he stops to check, he's dead.
He grabs the bat with both hands and tries to tug it away from her. If it comes, great. One more weapon for Our Side.
But he's betting she'll hang on for dear life ... in which case it's time to swing her about and bowl her into whichever of her Stepford Sisters is nearest.
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Date: 2009-06-16 03:04 am (UTC)He grabs the bat with both hands and tries to tug it away from her. If it comes, great. One more weapon for Our Side.
But he's betting she'll hang on for dear life ... in which case it's time to swing her about and bowl her into whichever of her Stepford Sisters is nearest.