Spike was aware of where Jason landed; that was where his concentration shifted to that attention he'd been after. He had two choices: raise his arms in surrender and trust that they wouldn't shoot, or encourage them to try their luck. He decided on the latter once he had two feet firmly on the ground, instantly rushing at the closest Militia and delivering a kick to the jaw before he could get a shot off.

The other had more time, and the bullets started flying. Spike kept his head down, his movements quick, and closed in to disarm the remainder. The crowds made any hand-to-hand tricky, but he was committed now. Three he could take care of, it was all the other factors that really brought the danger. He may not be so fast the next time.