A smokescreen enveloped the witch followed by what could only be described as the rattling bones and chains of the dead. There was a bloodcurdling scream was heard before it cut off abruptly. Any signs signifying wildlife vanished as the rattling disappeared. A bit later an arm with a familiar bracelet wrapped around her. A familiar voice spoke up at the same time as the smokescreen was blown away.<br/><br/>"Relax, It's me. Bit worse for wear but still here." He said, sharp and low as he carried her off to the side of the road and hid in the thick brush as multiple Fae crashed in on the scene.