To his eyes, it looks more peeved than anything else, but that's one of them whose attention isn't on him, and that gives him enough time to whirl and take the arm off the other one.

Who is a fuck of a lot more than peeved.

it lunges at him, but he dodges just as he and Spike have practiced a hundred times, machete held out in front of him, watching it as it turns and starts to circle again. "Keep shooting," he says, mostly casual. "I think the first time worked out pretty well."