It didn't take long for Angel to shake of his short flight but the surprise fate had delivered would take a little longer to deal with. It'd have to wait though.
With a roll of his shoulders the soul cursed immortal threw himself back into the fray. A feint here, a duck there, a jab, a slice, a leap back to avoid a swinging fist full of claws that was almost far enough.
Have to get a new shirt.
The thought was the first one of the night to bring even a hint of smile to his lips but the affable expression didn't stick around for long. A fight to the death tends to have that effect and from the sounds of it, Angel knew better then to take his eyes off the beast trying to disembowel them both to check, Wes was in over his head.
Because of him...
No! The mental shout bounced off the inside of the vampires head as an emotion fuelled strike managed to force the creature to withdraw long enough to catch his figurative breath. It wasn't his fault Wes was here. He hadn't brought the Englishman along. It was exactly this sort of situation that he'd hoped to avoid when he fired them. Why couldn't they just let it go, move on and live the dull, safe lives they would have had if the dark underworld of things that go bump in the night hadn't reared it's ugly head and dragged them into this one. Why couldn't they see that staying in this life, that staying with him was going to get them both killed.
The rage built within him with each parry and thrust. The sound of Wes's voice trying to carry on a conversation thankfully unheard over the ever increasing storm of emotions that had been building up for weeks. if it had, the demon might have had company for what was to come.
The shout made it to his lips this time, a raw, wordless roar accompanied by the high pitched song of the sword blade as it sliced through air then flesh then bone.
The demon's body gave a single shake before dropping to the ground with only the grunt of air knocked from whatever served as its lungs for an epitaph. Angel pressed his foot down on the monsters neck for leverage as he rocked his weapon free from the oozing corpse.
And like that, a wave of exhaustion so intense it made him stumble back a step crashed through his body. The tension, the anger, the guilt, all of it washed away in one simple act.
But somehow Angel doubted the moment would last.
"You all right?" he asked, still not looking towards his fallen former comrade in arms as he dropped to a crouch to give their foe a closer inspection.