I seem to be struck by you.

[rudolphofvamps]

Who: two rudolphofvamps slipperysoul
When: idk today before sirens
Where: Angel's hotel room/hallway/stairwell....
Summary: Spike goes to PUNCH ANGEL IN THE FACE. No really that's it.
Warnings: vio...lence...

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[slipperysoul]

[ Admittedly, Angel had his suspicions that he'd be seeing Spike sometime soon, in some sort of violent fashion. Maybe it'd be another week or two, but he'd be back and they'd once again figure out how to fall into their old ways. If only because they always found their way back somehow; despite how badly they tried to tell not only each other, but themselves, that they never wanted to.

He just didn't expect it so soon. Or quite so painfully.

Not to say that he didn't deserve it. Angel was well aware of the sort of things he deserved as he reeled back from the punch, hand flying to his face as the blood near instantly began to run. Normally he wouldn't be bothered by the pain, but it was more of the shock that did him in, taking a step back. And then he was narrowing his gaze; Angel had always been bothered by Spike's need to throw himself into his violence. Which was exactly how he knew things had been set back into place.

Except for his nose, that was definitely broken. ] We're not even close. [ And then he honed in,

[rudolphofvamps]

[At first, he almost doesn't expect Angel to fight back, though the shock doesn't keep him down for long--all too pleased with himself when he hears the sound of Angel's nose cracking, echoing in his head.

It doesn't keep him down for long, putting up his arm to block while he wrenches himself out of Angel's grasp, aiming his own just under the vampire's ribcage as he grits his teeth.] You should just leave it, Sire.

[slipperysoul]

Save it, Spike. [ If he wasn't more than happy to embroil himself in this whole fighting thing, he'd probably be rolling his eyes incredibly hard right now, not feeling it necessary to tell Spike what exactly it is he should be saving. It's that name though, that nearly makes him cringe, every single time.

But as it were, he is fighting, hardly bothered by the hit as he twists slightly, trying to get in a solid kick to Spike's middle in an attempt to get him to back away a few feet. ] Might as well make yourself feel better.

[rudolphofvamps]

[He stumbles back, grin never wavering as he grapples for a hold on Angel's coat, trying to drag him out into the hall.]

Offering to be my punching bag? Have to say, I could get used to this. [He throws another punch for Angel's face, then another and another, sure at least one of them has to connect as he veritably struggles with himself for control.]