Backfire - Spander Files

spectacular.
Almost every single punch and kick landed on its mark. They were each good at
blocking punches, Buffy a little better than Spike, but the movements were so swift
and constant that it was almost hard to see all that was happening. It was an
incredibly even match. Neither let the other take the advantage for too long. When
one would get knocked to the ground, he or she would be up again in an instant, or
leg-sweeping the other to the ground. They used every fighting technique that
Xander had ever seen in both the graveyards and the movies.
About an hour later, Xander was starting to feel a little sick. The punches that were
connecting sounded wet and thuddy. They were both covered in blood. Angel had
tried to stop it a couple of times, but the fighters told him to back off. It was
slowing down. They were clearly exhausted, but neither relented. It was all getting
pretty pointless.
After another ten minutes, Angel tried again. “We have to go, Spike! It’s almost
sunrise.” Sure enough, the sky was turning a soft blue and an orange glow could be
seen on the horizon. Xander was worried that they had waited just a little too long.
“Do you even have time to get back?” he asked Angel, who was really looking
worried by now.
“Not sure. We have to get them to stop. I never should have let them do this.”
“Oh, get a grip, Deadboy. When has anyone ever been able to get Buffy or Spike to
do or not do anything?”
“Good point.” Angel looked at the sky. “But we have to stop this. Now.”
“Okay…thoughts? Suggestions?”
After two minutes of pleading and reasoning, and getting absolutely no response
from the two focused and increasingly groggy fighters, the sky started turning a
bright orangey-pink. They had run out of time. Angel found a semi-shaded spot
under a tree.