Xander watched Willow in confusion, halfway wondering if there really was a chance that they'd be able to pull this off. Maybe she was Vader material. Or Voldemort since this was all magic based. It made him more than uncomfortable when she began to attack Peter. This wasn't right. She wasn't Willow. Not the Willow that he knew. Was she? Xander peered off at the battling pair. He didn't want to see either of them get hurt. Especially not Willow.
"If she kills me, I am so haunting your ass afterward," Xander shot back. Looking away from Cordy, Xander kept his eyes on the pair, fingers tightening a little at his sides. This was going to be everything but fun, wasn't it? "But I thought you liked playing games! Remember that one we used to play all the time? 'Anywhere but Here?' Why don't we give that a whirl?" Xander didn't give her time to respond to that. "For me, it would probably be Sunnydale." He held his hands up. "I know, I know. Shocking, but so true. I'd be Bronzing it with you, the Buffster, Oz, and hell, even skanky Cordelia over here. That's where I'd be right now. Because honestly, aside from that great picture of me and Madonna at the beach, I really can't think of anything else that I'd rather be doing right now."