Oh brilliant. It was her. Of all the bitches that he could have run into tonight, it had to have been the only one in the world that had gotten to torture the hell out of him and live to tell the tale. Spike knew, right then and there, that taking the bitch on in a fight would have been terribly useless on his part. He wasn't an all powerful god. Glory was. Spike could kick plenty of ass if he wanted to, but he knew that her ass was one that he couldn't even come close to hitting. However, he was stern on the idea that it was lopsided. So it could have just been that.
Spike felt the sharp jab. He bit back a scowl as she ripped through the dark shirt that he'd been wearing and cut into his flesh. He was suddenly grateful that he hadn't worn his jacket; if she damaged that, god or not, he would have throttled her alive. He didn't care how powerful she was.
"Should've known that you'd be here on the corner," Spike replied coolly, arching a brow. "I'm not surprised by your lack of customers either. There's not enough money in the world that would make any of the people in this city interested enough to shag your skanky ass." That said, he puffed a cloud of smoke into her face and casually dropped his cigarette onto the ground.