At least Spike still had a lot of spirit, because there was blood on his forehead and Nicolas had no way of telling if the wound was serious or even if it was his. Nicolas licked his lips with a quick flick of his tongue and slowly lowered his hands, the flames evaporating into nothing. Brilliant. What now? Three against one weren't even good odds if they didn't have a hostage. He should have known Spike wouldn't listen, he should have known better than to bring him here.
"You should let him go. You're so not ready for the trouble that will come your way if you don't."
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Date: 2016-01-27 06:40 pm (UTC)"You should let him go. You're so not ready for the trouble that will come your way if you don't."