Once Misha reached the edge of the swamp at the courtyard she smiled giddily. "She's getting really good at this." She said under her breath as she dispelled her witchwood walk. She inspected her sister's work with great pride then held up one of his eyes and popped it into her mouth. She waited by the wall for the guards to make their patrol around here. She would greet them once they found the bodies, but she wouldn't take responsibility. She loved her sister too much for that. Instead she would just smash one of them in the face with her charged mace, making him run away screaming while blood bubbles from his broken nose and mouth.