"It's cute, you know," Spike stated, arching a brow. "How you think that you're the biggest and the baddest." He reached into his jacket, very casually, and hoisted out a stake. "Fighting you? It's going to be a bitch, I'll admit it. Maybe I'll lose a limb. Maybe you'll make me cry." He spun the stake around in his hand expertly. "But I know, for a fact, that if you take me down?"
Spike smirked. He couldn't help it. It was a pain, seeing Faith like this, but she wasn't the real one and he knew that she had to go. Another vampire. Another fight.
"I'm gonna drag you straight to Hell with me."
Without warning, he hiked the stake up and hurled it at her chest. Spike knew she'd find a way to avoid it, so he was quick to lunge after the wooden spike, already looking for a way in to land a quick blow.