Cordelia was intent on what was happening in the circle, and Wesley absolutely concentrated on the chanting.  Gunn, on the other hand, was several paces back, leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest.  Looking hostile.<br/><br/>There was a golden pulse of light through the circle, and it circled around Spike and clung to him like plastic wrap.   He didn't seem to be hurting but his face was tight.