Spike almost snorted. He was sure that Angel had rescued worse than a kitten. Little chickens. Mice. The entire petting zoo, probably. He had just finished sawing one of the larger demons in half, half in the mind to tell him that he was the most ridiculous excuse of a vampire that he had ever had the displeasure of meeting, when the demons that they had been battling had suddenly vanished right into thin air. Swords still raised, Spike looked around in pure bewilderment. Then he froze, lifted a sword in the air triumphantly and grinned. "Right! Run off! You would. See, Angel, they didn't want to have anything to do with me. Scared 'em off, I did."
He turned to look at the other vampire, eyes catching a flash of gold and blue as he turned. A voice left one of the colored things and Spike found himself looking back to see just what it was that he had missed.
Now what exactly was this? Spike had about a million remarks he could have made right then and there, but instead he just shot Angel a confused sort of look. The swords weren't dropped as of yet, but he lowered them so that they were resting on the ground at each side of him.