[The old Knight's face contorts with anger at the sight, and the sound in his throat sounds practically like a growl:] Vampire.
[He holds the sword steadily, the horse still dancing a bit side to side] There's silver in this blade, fiend. I will not hesitate to chop your fool head off. [But then he seems to register what Spike just said, and his forehead furrows] Who sent ye?
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[He holds the sword steadily, the horse still dancing a bit side to side] There's silver in this blade, fiend. I will not hesitate to chop your fool head off. [But then he seems to register what Spike just said, and his forehead furrows] Who sent ye?