A pile of ashe whisked it's way through the air as the traschan went soaring toward one of the opposing vampires. Spike looked out to the side curiously, wondering exactly how the trashcan had managed to hop it's way around without actual leverage. Physical leverage. The demon, it seemed, had her own tricks for the field. Interesting. He knew that the demons of her world were different, but Spike didn't often bother watching Ruby this closely in combat before now. It was different when you were fighting alongside someone. A whole new perspective on an engagement was discovered. Spike found that, thus far, he was rather enjoying it.
The vampire fumbling with the trashcan was staggering on up, but he didn't keep his balance for long. Spike grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face into the wall. It was a repeated movement. Once, twice, three times. Blood sprayed across the brick wall from the face bashing that the vampire got. The creature was stunned long enough for Spike to drive a stake through it's chest. It was blowing away in the wind with his former buddy in a matter of seconds.