"There's nothing tactical about prancing off of rooftops like a magical princess," Spike shot back, the bloody knife in his hand piercing through the chest of another opponent. The demon slumped to the ground, croaking out as the blood spewed from the stab wound. Spike took a moment to look back at Angel with a wide smirk. "Would've been more effective if you'd have remembered to wear your dress. Now that's tactical."
It was also tactical to avoid getting hit in the face by an enemy because he wasn't paying attention. A fist smacked him in the jaw and Spike stumbled back, scowling. The side of his face stung, but that was more of a tickle for the man who had been tortured by The First itself. He shook it off easily, returning the blow with one of his own. "I'm not here for Buffy," Spike snapped. It wasn't entirely untrue. There was a part of him that hoped she'd secretly find out and be impressed with his accomplishment, but it wasn't like he had come here all along just to make her happy. There was a kid inside and - oh, right. He wasn't supposed to care about that sort of stuff, was he? "I'm here because I was told to come here. And it wasn't by Faith, mind you!"
Oh, good. A sword! Hopefully Angel got killed with it. Or Angel could kill the demon. Either worked, so long as Spike got a sword. He danced around the duo, looking back every now and again for the chance to duck in and seize a sword the next chance he got. A knife was useful when there were a few enemies around, but this was getting ridiculous. He needed something more heavy.