Spike sighs and draws his sword. Preparing for the inevitable. Taking a step closer to the rattling door, Spike readies himself to impair the vision of whatever comes through. Via the flat of his blade to its face.<br/><br/>[5ft step to the east. Readied action, nonlethal attack against whatever goes through the door, if the door opens and blocks me I'll sunder through it with Combat Brute's Sundering Cleave.]