Spike peered off at the zombies over Buffy's shoulder. Oh, well that was just bloody brilliant, wasn't it? A castle, guarded by the living dead. He'd yet to see any zombies in the city prior to now. But they were making up for that, weren't they? There certainly was a healthy number of them lurking about. Fingers tightening a little around the handle of the sword he'd hauled out to the castle with him, Spike scanned their surroundings. If they spread out a bit, then yeah, they'd probably be able to wipe out a good number. The important thing was to avoid letting them surround the few that he was with. If they did, they'd be done for. No question about it.
"Then let's stop chatting about it and get on it already, eh?" Spike shouldered his weapon with his right arm. The left was still a bit sore from his encounter with Jared. Sore. That was it. The good thing about being a vampire? They healed pretty damn fast. Although nowhere as near as fast as Jared did. Spike sure as hell didn't understand how an injury could patch up so quickly. But he wasn't going to waste his time thinking about it. Otherwise he'd just get as cranky as he was over the pulse situation and pitch another fit. "On your lead, Slayers."