Spike grinned triumphantly as Faith went flying across the gym.
"Seriously, Slayer, are you even trying?" he asked, walking towards her.
Faith struggled to sit up, blood seeping from the cut in her lip.
"It's not like you need to take it easy on me. Big bad, remember?"
He pulled her up, and punched her again, grinning as she fell back down to her feet.
"You bleed easily. I like that."
"Spike." Angel stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. "Go. Now."
"Nah mate, I'm having too much fun! I see why you train with this one. She's so easy to throw around," Spike said, but nonetheless he started for the door, in order to leave Angel and Faith alone.
"You ok?" Angel asked.
"Peachy," Faith replied, holding her stomach. An ugly purple bruise was already forming on her cheek.
"What's going on?"
Faith shrugged, giving up on sitting, instead just laying back on the floor. "Wes and Xander think it's a flu bug or something. I... I have no strength, Angel. It's... it's freaking me out a little."
Angel nodded, and helped her to her feet. "Come on, I'll get you to Medical and maybe they can see what's happening."