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Spike slammed his fist into Lucas’s chest, driving him into the ground. Lucas kicked Spike in the back and flipped onto his feet, whirling around and ducking under Spike’s roundhouse kick. Just before Spike could regain his balance, Lucas lashed out with a kick to the back of his knee, dropping Spike. Lucas then punched him in the face, before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. Spike broke out of the grip, driving his fist into Lucas’ ribs, quickly followed by a blow to the jaw. Lucas lashed out with his right fist, but Spike caught his wrist and twisted his hand away from him, arching Lucas backwards. Spike then flicked his wrist, a stake popping out of his sleeve and he rammed it towards Lucas’ heart. The vampire quickly caught the stake, but since he was still off-balance, Spike took his legs out, dropping with him, as Lucas forced the stake away from himself, before snapping it off and stabbing it into Spike’s throat. He gasped and choked, as Lucas removed the stake, rolling Spike over and raising it, but a jet of flames landed nearby. Throwing the stake away, Lucas ran off, as Spike slowly got to his feet, holding a hand to the gaping wound in his throat

“Bloody hell…Lucas…I’m gonna kill you”

He looked up to see Firestorm rearing up into the sky, Illyria clinging onto his lower horns. Picking up the Vorax sword, Spike removed his hand from his wound, which had stopped bleeding, before bursting into the nearest building and making his way to the rooftop, where Firestorm was trying to dislodge Illyria. Spike waited until the massive dragon was close, then leapt through the air, landing on the snout, just as Illyria drew a dagger and plunged it into Firestorm’s right eye. He roared in pain, thrashing his head. Spike plunged the Vorax into the snout, holding onto the hilt as Firestorm spread his vast wings and flapped them once, getting airborne almost instantly

“Oh blooding, sodding hell! I hate flying!” Spike cried

Firestorm smashed through a building. Spike held on tightly, curling up into a ball, as wood and metal stabbed into his back. Illyria shielded her face from the assault, her armour getting rips in it, as Firestorm rose up from the building, taking to the skies, before doing a barrel roll in mid-air, striking Spike and Illyria with a severe case of vertigo, although they managed to hold on as Firestorm straightened, before blasting flames onto the streets of Los Angeles, burning civilians and buildings

“Blue, let’s put this dragon down!” Spike shouted

“How about no?” Pavayne asked, appearing before Spike

He kicked him in the face, knocking him away from the Vorax. Spike gripped onto the scales, as Pavayne grabbed him by the lapels of his duster

“Afraid of heights, vampire?”

Pavayne struck him, but Spike then grabbed his fist and wrenched it away from his duster, pulling him close and headbutting him. Pavayne reeled back, as Spike unsteadily got to his feet, his face shifting to vamp features. But then, Firestorm dived, landing on the streets and breathing flames. Spike was dangling off the nostrils, slowly pulling himself up. Pavayne headed towards him, but Illyria arrived, stabbing him in the back. He cried out and backhanded her. She fell off Firestorm, but managed to grip onto the dragon’s lower lip. Spike climbed up onto the snout, just as Pavayne kicked him in the chest, throwing him off the dragon and down onto the road. Spike groaned and spat up blood, feeling a few broken ribs. He got to his feet, as Firestorm reared back his head and spit out a large globule. It landed near Spike, but didn’t break. Only then did he realise that there was something inside, as Firestorm spat out more globules

“Bloody hell. They’re eggs,” Spike said, “This dragon is asexual? That’s boring”

The eggs broke apart, revealing seven-foot-tall humanoid dragons. They stretched their wings, rolling their shoulders, getting the kinks out of their joints, as well as wiping the muck from their scaly bodies. Then, they all stared at Spike, hissing at him

“Bollocks,” Spike said, before growling

One of the Galraedia demon charged at Spike. Bracing himself, Spike slammed both palms against the demon’s chest, throwing it back, as another Galraedia slashed at him with its long claws, ripping open his T-shirt and putting four deep gouges in his chest

“Bloody hell!” Spike cried, punching the demon across the jaw

Illyria stabbed a knife into the bottom of Firestorm’s jaw, before dropping down and killing two Galraedia demons at once. However, their blood touched the ground and two more Galraedia demons sprang up instantly

“You telling me we can’t kill these things?” Spike cried in disbelief

“It appears to be that way,” Illyria replied

She threw one of her knives into the eye of a Galraedia. It roared and stumbled back, as Illyria then slit the throat of another Galraedia. However, two more Galraedias sprang up, as a crossbow landed with a solid thunk into the head of a Galraedia. It keeled over, as one of its comrades blasted a jet of flames towards Buffy

“Holy crap,” she cried, jumping back, “Wasn’t expecting that”

A Galraedia was suddenly decapitated, as Dracula appeared, impaling another Galraedia through the chest. He removed his sword, as the Galraedia collapsed, spawning another two demons. He frowned, as one of the demons set his cape on fire. Dracula quickly removed his cape, before beheading the demon in revenge, as Oz arrived

“Don’t spill their blood,” Illyria said, “It will just create more”

Firestorm blasted a torrent of flames at Illyria, as she dived out of the way, the flames striking one of his offspring. Spike ducked under a Galraedia’s fist, before snapping its neck, smiling when it didn’t spawn two more demons. Whirling around, he narrowly avoided a jet of flames from Firestorm, who then spat out more globules. Buffy sliced a Galraedia’s legs off, before impaling it through the back of its head with the stake end, then bashing a Galraedia in the stomach and face, then decapitating it

“God, look at this place,” Cordelia said, “It’s a war zone!”

“Yeah and take a look at these things,” Angel said, motioning to the Galraedias

“Captain Not-so-human. And Cheerleader. ‘Bout time you joined us,” Spike said

“What are these things?” Cordelia asked, impaling a Galraedia

“Don’t know and you can’t quite kill them. They respawn into two bloody things,” Spike called, “Mr Old One here is their proud, ugly daddy”

“I’m gonna kill you, you worthless piece of crap!” Firestorm growled at him

“Oh I’m so scared,” Spike said mockingly, before giving him the bowfinger, “Bring it”

“You will regret this, you worm!”

Roaring, Firestorm spread his wings and flew at Spike, who waited until the last minute before diving out of the way. A few Galraedias went down; slash marks in their bodies. Watching Firestorm, Spike noticed that he was growling, as if he was in pain, before soaring up and diving again. Thinking quickly, Spike grabbed a Galraedia and threw it towards Firestorm, who smacked it aside, before seizing slightly and faltering in flight

“Ah ha! Now I got you!”

“Illyria, pet, how did you defeat Firestorm the first time around?” Spike called

“With great difficulty,” Illyria replied, snapping a Galraedia’s neck, “We pinned him down and performed a ritual to remove his heart and power”

“Yes, but Firestorm’s followers had prepared for that,” Dracula said

“Destroy them, my children!” Firestorm said, “Cover the city in their blood!”

As if on cue, the Galraedias spread their wings and flew into the air, before diving at the group. One of them collected Angel and smashed through a building wall, as Buffy hacked and slashed away at them as they flew past her. However, this created more Galraedias, as Oz transformed into his wolf form and lunged at two Galraedias, tearing their throats out. Under attack and worried about Angel, Cordelia started glowing brightly

“What is happening to her?” Buffy asked

“What the hell makes you think I know?” Spike shot back

The glow spread out from Cordelia, covering the entire street in a bright, blinding light. It lasted for about a second, then faded away. There was not a single Galraedia demon in sight, although Firestorm remained unaffected by the move

“You killed my children!” he roared furiously

“Oh get over it,” Cordelia, “You can always make more…oops”

“Thanks”

Firestorm proceeded to create more Galraedias. Spike took this as an opportunity to put his plan into action. Running towards the Old One, he leapt up, grabbing onto the lower jaw, before pulling himself up onto the snout and removing the Vorax. Firestorm snarled and tossed back his head, throwing Spike into the air and opening his jaws. Spike fell right into Firestorm’s mouth, as he then swallowed the vampire whole

“Tastes like chicken”

“Oh my God,” Buffy said, “He just ate Spike!”

“You bastard?” Oz suggested with a shrug

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