His sword ran through the gut of a demon, forcing the creature to drop the sword it had on hand to the ground. Yanking the blade from the screaming monster, Spike bent down and scooped the second sword up. Wielding a blade in each hand, he turned them both over and began to swing at the demons a lot more quickly with the extra aid. A hit was taken, two demons were down. Spike hacked and swung and dodged, swords crashing against the opposing steel, flesh, and bone with every move he made. The attackers certainly weren't easy to take down, but Spike knew enough to keep himself from being killed. And as unfortunate as it was, he also knew how to fight alongside Angel. They had worked together for years. He could evaluate one move that the other vampire was making, using it to his advantage in every way possible.
"Buffy?" Spike's sword slammed into another and he held it strongly in place, using his other blade to hack the head of a demon off. "No, sorry! Wouldn't have called on her if I could have. She's too damn tired from all the crazy sex we've been having!" Smirking, Spike kicked the body away and backed in close to Angel. As much as he enjoyed working as far away from the son of a bitch as possible, even he had to admit that it'd be better if they took this on watching each others backs. There were too many of them and, while they'd both likely happily see the other dead, it was better to cooperate with one another than die.
Senior Partners. Not a shock of an idea, no. They were a real pain in the ass and Spike wasn't surprised by the suggestion one bit. "I still owe them one for turning me into a pansy of a - well, for turning me into YOU!" The stupid hero with an epic love for kittens and old helpless women. Disgusting. "They're not offing me," he growled, striking with his blade again. The Powers could kiss his ass. He wasn't done yet.