Group Three-fighters
Sam was more than ready to get this over with. Alastair had screwed with his family enough. It was time to take that son of a bitch down, even if it took all of them to get the damn job done. Lately, Sam had been the last person in the world set in the condition to put up a proper fight. Today, however, he felt refreshed. Ready. Working with people, getting the chance to make himself useful? It had been good for him. It kept him busy, it kept him distracted from certain unpleasant aspects of his life. He needed this fight just as much as he needed for Alastair to be gone.
Beretta 92 on hand, along with a few spare other things for the field, Sam took his place next to Faith and alongside his brother, looking both worried and determined all at the same time.
Standing on the temporary sidelines, he watched warily as Anya and Ruby worked together on the magic. His natural instincts were begging him to yank Anya away from Ruby. Oddly, after what had happened between himself and the demon, he felt a little more concerned for her than he normally would have. He cared. About a demon. Surely pigs were going to start flying at any minute.
Keeping his eyes trained on her, watching uncomfortably as Ruby did her thing, Sam felt himself tensing up more and more. Seeing Ruby make with the magics had always been weird for him. And her eyes. He'd never really be able to get used to those no matter how hard he tried.
It seemed like they were never going to get the job done. Then, quite suddenly, it just was. Shooting Ruby an appreciative look, he gave her a slight nod and looked off to the others.
A weak look of assurance was offered at Faith's gesture before Sam flicked his gaze off toward everyone else and quietly waited for further direction.
[ooc: Reply fail for reading through this post backwards! xD]