He's already fucked -- at least those are his dim thoughts as he lie there feeling like he broke half of his ribs and possibly his nose, judging from the rush of blood that comes streaming down his face at that first punch. Getting murdered may have been inevitable, but he really thought it'd go a different way.

Spike raises an arm up to signal that he's not fighting back, but he's not expecting that to do much, honestly. A couple more hits like that and he's not going to be conscious enough to care what happens.