Spike's got blood on his mouth and splinters in his palm, and fuck if he exactly remembers how either got there, but there's a dead guard -- a dead human guard on his hands, literally, with a snapped neck, and the body weighs more than he remembered.
He uses it for counterweight for a spinning kick at the nearest Bad Slayer, the sort of thing Andrew could do by pressing buttons in some complicated sequence Spike couldn't be arsed to remember. She falls back but its only an organized retreat, not a rout, and from somewhere to his right is the sound of River not firing a gun.
Bloody hell. He risks a glance -- takes a punch in the cheek for it from a bint wearing entirely too many rings -- and ranges himself in front of her. Vampires only survive bullets, not stop them, but such as it is, she's got cover now.
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Date: 2007-12-20 03:56 am (UTC)He uses it for counterweight for a spinning kick at the nearest Bad Slayer, the sort of thing Andrew could do by pressing buttons in some complicated sequence Spike couldn't be arsed to remember. She falls back but its only an organized retreat, not a rout, and from somewhere to his right is the sound of River not firing a gun.
Bloody hell. He risks a glance -- takes a punch in the cheek for it from a bint wearing entirely too many rings -- and ranges himself in front of her. Vampires only survive bullets, not stop them, but such as it is, she's got cover now.