He makes it quick as he can: the shaft snaps between his fingers and it's done. And all right, yes, she very nearly shot him just now, but she didn't -- and she's still firing with her other hand, and he takes a split second to admire that.

And then he spins and hurls the arrowhead with vicious force.

Spike's got a few scratches on his fingers from the barbs. The clever bugger with the crossbow's got an arrowhead in his right eye. Fair trade, he's inclined to think.