Angel snorted irritated at Spike's...irritated at Spike. "Yeah we can't all be master tacticians in the heady field of necklace wearing now can we" he added maybe a bit catilly. But really who saved the world by tacky jewellery. Only Spike. Even if he had offered to Buffy to let him do it and been told no. But Spike didn't know that, and Buffy wouldn't ever tell him, would she.
Stupid demon with the stupid sword. Angel kept up the fight, parry for parry, strike for strike. And he was winning. Just slower than he'd have liked. And Spike was eying the sword.
"Get your own sword weilding demon" he hissed, but as another two appeared behind Spike, Angel's eyes widened, finally scoring a killing blow on the one he was fighting and turning to help out Spike. "Didn't do it" he tried lamely, tossing the fallen demon's sword to Spike.
Wasn't as nice as his.
He turned to fight the demons and found his face changed as soon as the sword hit his arm, burning in a way only one thing he knew could cause, which meant...
Blessed swords?
"I didn't do it!" he called again, pleased the one he'd tossed Spike didn't seem to be. Were the demons getting stronger?