Xander swore at him.
Zauberer shot another bolt at him.
Spike quick as a whistle ran at Xander and pushed him out the way, the bolt just missed them both. Xander was knocked out cold after hitting the floor for the second, or from Willow’s point of view third time.
Zauberer took a knife out of his pocket and threw it into the air. It cut through a rope, which was holding up some crates. The crates fell down landing right on top of Xander and Spike. She heard a loud “Crack” as one landed on Xander’s head.
Willow felt sick inside, and couldn’t bring herself to look to where Xander’s body lay.
Zauberer smiled, “Just in case.”
