"You can tell 'cause my bleeding hands are still on," Spike adds, irritated. He doesn't want to kill Slayers.

Well, he doesn't want to want to kill Slayers. It'll have to do.

He unclasps the length of chain wrapped round his waist and starts to whirl it, incidentally clocking one of the remaining guards on the backswing. He's not sure himself if he means to throttle the bint or just wrap her weapon and render it useless, but in the meantime the thing's radius buys him a bit of non-breathing room.