ALASTAIR - BUFFY - NEEDY;
It was beginning to look bad for the demon. His 'allies' were being taken down, the humans were fighting their way deeper and deeper into the warehouse, and people were starting to be retrieved from the various rooms that he had them scattered within. Alastair didn't mind that the people he had been tortured were being taken; he was done with them, for now. It was the simple matter of getting his hands on the others that was turning into a complication. When did they get so strong? How did they all know how to fight so well? Who taught them the old demon hunting tricks? It bothered Alastair to think that these people were actually going to be able to escape his clutches.
Rather than waiting patiently for the humans to come to him, Alastair decided that it was time to reverse the situation. With nothing more than his most favored knife on hand, the Alastair strode out into the fight, shoving several of his own demons aside as he began searching for the one that he needed to cut down.
Every team had a leader. One strong point that needed to be broken. That was all that it would take.