Now this was something that he had missed. Spike had fought alongside plenty of people since he had arrived here in L.A., but not one of them seemed to give him that same feeling of excitement that Buffy did when they were taking on the baddies together. He wasn't sure if it was because he thought she was among one of the toughest women he knew or if it was because seeing her in action was something that he, as a vampire, happened to be easily turned on by. Either way, Spike was a big fan.
Twisting to the side, he dodged a blow and sent a vamp tumbling backward with a rough nudge from his leg. Then Spike yanked another vampire toward him, grabbing him by the collar, and punched his own stake through the vamps heart.
"You can do better than that!" Spike declared, throwing his arms up into the air. Two more vampires charged him. One snapped a roundhouse kick in, hitting Spike along his shoulder (the same blasted one he had injured a few nights prior) as he moved out of the way. Spike growled in irritation, reached forward, and grabbed the vamp by the throat. Then he slammed his head down into the wooden bench perched on the sidewalk to his right, the force of the attack sending the vampire's poor skull straight through the wooden panels that splintered through as he did so. Spike stepped back, took a moment to watch as the vampire struggled to free himself (and failed), then moved to take on the last vampire that had charged him.