"Ouch. Man, that's a bitch," Bartleby said loud enough for any slayer with enhanced senses to hear. He couldn't help but smirk when she broke the vampire's nose even though she could've just shoved a piece of wood through his chest. He swung his legs once or twice against the side of the building before pushing off and jumping down, wings spread out for a bit of gliding balance.
He landed in a crouch by the side of the building and folded his wings up against his back. Straightening up, he stayed where he was not wanting to get in the way of her fight. But only physically. He smirked again. "Anger issues? I think they make pills for that."