"Find the legs!" Spike yelled, doing his best to keep that probiscis-tongue from getting close to actual flesh. He was stronger, but it wasn't fun wrestling with the manananggal. "Salt the legs!" He called again, hoping Nancy would follow his lead.

Disentangling himself, Spike winged the manananggal into a hedge-wall. Fishing in his pockets, he tossed the packets of salt towards Nancy. Which was good because the she-fiend had recovered and was flying at him again for round two.