Team - Buffy, Spike, Xander, Alesta vs. Eve/Guards
Xander was on a takedown mission. Anyone who got in his way or attempted to get at them from the back was his. The humans were scattered to the ground, the vampires and demons were killed off one by one. He was definitely not the strongest fighter out of their bunch, but Xander sure knew how to hold his own for just a regular guy. And this regular guy? He had a lot of venting he needed to do. Stupid. Future. Self. The head of a vampire soared in the air, crumbling into dust as it spun in an arc above the heads of his enemies; all a result from an angry swipe from his sword. The body belonging to the vampire toppled to the ground, bursting into ashes before it had a chance to even roll to it's side. Ah, vampires. They were fun to play with. There was nothing to ever clean up after.
Spike rounded to the side, keeping a close watch on Alesta. He was half focused on the fight, half focused on the kid and Buffy, and with what other attention he had he was searching for the bitch that he himself wanted to be the first to strangle. He was tired of Wolfram & Hart. And Eve? Was a pain in the ass. And she needed to die. Permanently.
"Duck, kid!" A guard took a swipe at Alesta from behind, darting at her from a distance that Spike couldn't quite prevent from hitting home in time if he were to land the hit.
If the guard landed the hit? Spike was going to kill him.