Willow's entire expression darkened at the mention of Warren, the room seeming to give a giant shudder in reaction. "How dare you speak his name in my presence!" she seethed, the magic already starting to crackle around her as she prepared to put an end to Spike once and for all. Fortunately, before she could strike out, he was attacking and she was quickly reminded why he would serve so much better alive than a pile of dust.
The punch hurt. Her magic was geared up to protect her from the stake, to keep damage to a minimum. She hadn't expected him to physically hit her as well. Then the stake went into her chest and an inhuman scream passed her lips. The windows shattered, glass pieces flying outward and sprinkling tiny shards along the sidewalk. She, meanwhile, flew backward into and over the bar, crashing into the bottles of alcohol that lined the walls and sliding to the floor in a heap.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then laughter could be heard. Slowly she levitated back into the air, the veins that ran along her face standing out in dark contrast to her pale skin. The stake was still embedded in her chest, blood slowly seeping from the wound. Glancing down at it, Willow calmly wrapped her hand around the weapon and yanked it free with a loud plop. Her eyes slid closed as her wound instantly cauterized, the blood flow stopping but the wound still remaining.
She could have healed herself, if need be. Thanks to the boost she'd received from Tia, she could do just about anything at the moment. However, she had a plan and she needed a good deal of magic to see it through. If she were to heal her injury fully, she would be cutting it too close for comfort. So, she let the wound remain for the time being and, dropping the bloody stake to the ground, returned her gaze to Spike.
"And now it's my turn," she announced, already soaring across the bar and heading directly for him. She stopped within arm's reach and her hands shot out. With a cold smirk she slid her fingers inside his chest, arms aglow with magic as she felt around for what she was looking for.
"Aha! There we are!" And with a mighty yank, she pulled her arms back, pulling something out with her. Glowing, white, pure, it hurt to look at. It hurt to touch. Still, she held on tightly until it was all out of the vampire. Then she let go and snapped her fingers.