Really, he had to bring the necklace up? Spike rolled his eyes again. It wasn't his fault that he was brilliant to the point where he didn't have to do anything beyond wear shiny jewelry to save the world. Clearly, someone was jealous. Spike was about to tell Angel as much as well, but he got distracted by the sword soaring through the air in his general direction. Just in time, too, as there were two demons practically breathing down his neck. Both of them had their own swords, which made the knife in his hand look very, very tiny in comparison. Spike caught the sword in one hand, flipped the knife back with the other, and hurled it into the face of a roaring demon. So much for that.
Nice of Angel to share. He'd have to thank him later. Or not. Spike half wondered why Angel didn't leave him to his own, but he didn't have much time to look into it. He was probably so swamped with demons that he finally realized that he couldn't handle them on his own. Angel just wasn't as strong as Spike was. It was obvious. It was painfully obvious, in fact. Angel wasn't man enough to fight these monsters on his own and...
Ow! The sword of a demon clipped him along the shoulder, the usual gash following through with a sharp burn. Oh, brilliant.
"I didn't either! I didn't do anything!" Spike shouted out, smacking the demon in the face with the hilt of his sword. Blessed swords? How did they know that there were two vampires showing up on scene? How did they know to bless the fucking swords? "We've been bloody well set up!" Spike growled, dodging another hit from the side. The demons were harder to kill than before. What was going on here?