Willow raised her hand and easily blocked the lightning, her own lips still quirked upward into a hint of a smirk. "Sorry, Xander," she replied as she, too, rose into the air. "I'm a little past games, now." Then energy shot from her hand, heading forward Peter, and she disappeared.
She re-appeared a heartbeat later, behind her foe, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Boo," she hissed before swinging her foot around and aiming for a high kick that was meant to land between his shoulderblades. Or face. Depending on if he turned around or not.
Cordelia held her breath, eyes wide as she watched the fight begin. "Just keep talking to her," she urged Xander. "You threw her off her game before, you can do it again." It was scary, putting that much faith into someone she knew to be a fumbling, geeky sort of dork.
However some part of Cordelia - the part that never saw the light of day unless around someone she trusted explicitely - also knew that Xander was more than just the Zeppo. He was a good man, braver than most she knew, and he could do this. He had to. Otherwise they were all going to end up under ten tons of concrete.