Every inch of the ground was covered with various demon parts and bodies. They had killed hundreds, maybe even thousands, but instead of thinning out the number of demons kept increasing. Spike sighed tiredly and paused for a moment to catch an un-needed breath. They had been fighting for bloody hours now and he was starting to tire. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up. He hoped that by some miracle this ended soon or they were all majorly fucked. He and the others had been separated a while ago and his gaze swept frantically for a sign of them. He finally spotted Illyria in a corner doing some serious damage to four vampires. At the same time she was trying to keep Gunn covered while he took a much needed rest behind her.
Spike smiled to himself in satisfaction to see him doing well. Gunn had been seriously injured while taking out the senator but yet he was still going strong. Charlie boy was defiantly a fighter. Spike watched Illyria fight for a moment. The girl was a force of her own and there was no doubt in Spike's mind that she would survive this battle.
His gaze swept the alley some more until he found Angel. His grand sire had led them into this battle believing they wouldn't get out of it alive. They had already lost Wesley and Spike was determined that nobody else was gonna die. Angel was so engrossed in his current battle that he didn't notice the vampire that was sneaking up behind him. Spike grabbed up his sword and raced to his grand sire's aide just as the vampire lifted his stake and brought it down for the killing blow.
