He had heard another sound, a second set of steps, but it had died off and he was only slightly concerned that another student might wander down and get in the way. He’d have to deal with that when it happened, if it did at all. Well, not him. Charlie would have to deal with that. They had a whole system of declassification and even compensation for those who were ‘inconvenienced’ by their operations. Personally, he thought that was all a bit useless. Back when his team worked bounties, a human seeing something like this got little more than a ‘good luck with the therapy’ before leaving them where ever they were. Though, things had changed since then…He shook his head and took in a deep breath, continuing forwards as he heard the scream.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">He was kneeling over the girl on the floor, working to seal her away in her own body and keep her immobile so he could come back for her later. Her eyes were open wide in terror but, as the spell was mostly done, she was unable to do anything more than watch as Carver watched her with those sick eyes and complimenting half smile; oh, yes. That is what he wanted. That little look when they realized what had happened and he could feel it now, the terrified fluttering of her heart like a sparrow stuck in a fireplace. As much as her little wings could beat, she’d never break past that glass though. This was one spell he knew with every fiber of his being. And, even though her mouth was still slightly parted, the rest of her scream would never reach the air. </span><br/><br/>Able had come around the corner just in time to see Carver working his spell. He reached deep into his pocket with his left hand, twining something around his fist a few times. Bring him back alive? Feh. He’d bring him back in pieces. Worthless little sadistic-<br/><br/>David’s voice not only startled Able, but Carver as well who was torn away from his spell, and both of the men now stared at the witch as though he was absolutely bonkers. Able, however, was a little more than annoyed upon realizing what the man was doing.<br/><br/>His jaw clenched as his right hand flew back and to his side, touching right above his hip as he took hold of something unseen. A black like smoke curled around his hands as he pulled the gun from its camouflaged holster, brandishing its silver barrel in an attempt to rise it towards the witch. His motioned slowed as the tendrils of the spell began to attach to him. Able could feel the cold lash of magic at work, causing his very soul to shudder as he took a step back in an attempt to move away. Something resonated with those words to him, but it was something that was wrong and in his favor. A smile began to form on his lips as he went to utter an insult but, before the first syllable could pass, the spell backfired and his little friend was out cold after his brief encounter with the back wall.<br/><br/>“…huh..”<br/><br/>Now, that was something he hadn’t expected. Did Caver have a little protégé of some sort? Had to be. Would make sense how he got to scope out the places, and perhaps this little ogre of a witch had done- . . . for a moment, Able was taken aback to realize exactly who the witch had been. Annoying little buggar had been the one to run into him! A hot fire of annoyance (and of slightly wounded pride) rose within his chest at feeling as though he had been duped. That, however would have to wait as he heard a slightly metallic sound and, turning around he ended up with a dagger straight in the middle of his chest.<br/><br/>Gazing down at it quizzically, it suddenly dawned on him that Carver must not be a very good necromancer, or at least not a much studied one to understand how all that well placed effort was going to do. Sure, it caused Able to give a cough and his body shuttered for a moment, but that was only the disruption of the sort of camouflage spell that made him appear living. In all, the normally fatal wound did little more to the shade than annoy him as he turned his no gaze up over the top of his glasses towards the rather dumbfounded necromancer who was quickly realizing what a terrible mistake he had made.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">Panicked at the fact he had thought his luck was going so well one moment to realizing just how deep he was the next, Carver’s blue gaze spun about the room looking for an exit to scamper out of like some cornered rat. The only thing it found, however, was the now discarded wand lying on the ground that looked in rather pristine working condition. If he could work his way to that he could-</span><br/><br/>Following the necromancer’s gaze, Able had stepped back and placed his boot on it and gave a widening grin.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">Carver looked absolutely horrified, knowing well that he had little he could do against something that was stronger than him. He had always chosen his toys because they were easy to access and easy to control but something in the way the specter stood told him that no easy spell was going to send him under his control. He took in a deep breath. <br/><br/>“You can have her back,” he called to Able. “Take her and we can forget about this little happening. O-or if you want something, we can make a deal. I can always find things a man wants and-“</span><br/><br/>Sighing, Able shook his head. “Can’t you say something like ‘Now I have to kill you?’ or ‘You’ll never stop me?’ Common, say something so I can justify doing this.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">Carver shuttered a little. “Doing…what exactly?” </span><br/><br/>Able grinned and slowly raised his left hand. Wound around it was an adapted survival chainsaw, a nasty little chain that had little trouble sawing through small trees let along something as soft and fleshy as a necromancer.<br/>He was suddenly rather sorry he had asked.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>A small shock of greenish colored energy flew a few feet past where David was laying. An attempt from Carver to hit Able, the two had been going at it for a few minutes now. Caver had used the woman as human shield, his own wand barely able to do much damage other than a few base spells that might actually sting the shade. Able, however, couldn’t exactly shoot or come at Carver now that he had the woman in front of him. Coming up with a last stitch idea, Able finaly threw up a hand.<br/><br/>“Alright, enough!” He slowly bent down and reached for the wand, and Carver halted out of sheer curiosity. Able picked it up and held it in one hand. “You drop the girl, I’ll give you the wand and we can go from there, alright?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">Carver’s eyes narrowed. Sure, let the stupid shade hand him the wand and he’d blast that body he was in right apart. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">“Alright. On the count of three, I’ll drop her, you throw it. One…two…three-“ Carver leaned the girl’s body forwards, only feigning letting her drop. He merely let his own wand fall and reached for the new wand as it came slowly through the air at him. Thankfully, for all other parties, the bullet that came at him shortly after got there before the wand did. </span><br/><br/>With the woman’s body a little out of the way, Able had taken a rather risky shot that had caused the Necromancer to suddenly go limp, the wand touching the no longer grasping fingertips briefly before both fell to the floor. He was quick to rush forwards and bend down, ensuring that she hadn’t been hurt at all before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Thank the gods for a steady gun hand.<br/><br/>He turned his gaze back towards where David lay. In the fray, he had learned that Carver didn’t know who he was either which was rather odd. Maybe a copycat following his hero? It was hard to tell but he knew one thing was certain, that little witch wasn’t getting his wand back until he found out. Stooping it pick up the wand, he turned and strode over him. Holstering his pistol, it puffed back into obscurity and he reached down and plucked David up by the front of his shirt, giving him one good shake.<br/><br/>“Hey…hey, squirt,” he poked him in the face with his wand. “You dropped something, man.” He couldn’t help but give a signature cocky smirk, knowing that it would be damned hard for the man to do anything from this position. He went to speak again but looked down, forgetting the fact he still had a knife stuck in his chest. Oh well, he’d deal with that later. He shook David again, a little harder, to try and elicit a response. “Common, wanna give me a good reason I shouldn’t bash your brains out against the wall? In fact, never mind, give me a reason. Killing ol’ sick and spineless was rather unsatisfying. What were you looking for, a bit of the action, huh? Did you wanna grow up and be a big back necromancer like your little friend Carver there?”