“Maybe if you were older.” Heath returned tiredly. He waited quietly as the witch got sudden giggles out of his system. Ha, ha…could he take this seriously now? What if he made to much noise?! He turned his head away in case Billy spittled while laughing too hard. The blond half considered smacking Billy with his own hand but resisted the urge. His partner took to the idea of being bait surprisingly well, and Heath smiled in relief. That made things easier at the very least. “Good. This plan is faster.” He said, happy that this was going over so smoothly. He let go of the witch’s hand and squinted at the young man. What the hell was that…? What did that even mean. He awkwardly returned the salute, not understanding why there had even been a need for it. “Right, please be careful.” Please don’t do anything stupid…

With that he turned the other way and nodded to Sinclair. His familiar moved close to his legs, pressing onto them with brief warmth before scurrying forward. The coati was careful to keep the tip of his tail brushing Heath’s legs. They kept a brisk pace, every so often, his hands would brush with the trails of ice he’d left on the wall. The reporter stumbled a few times but he never tripped and fell. Heath made it out back to the mouth of the cave without face planting on the ground, thank the gods. He squinted a little at the extra light but was relieved to be back at the entrance again. Now, to set up for his plan before whatever the hell it was Dr. Puddy had found. “Sinclair don’t look.” He ordered a few feet just before the exit. Before the coati could snap back something indignant, the witch took off into a run. He hated this technique but he needed it badly. With a burst of cold magic, the rocky ground at his feet was coated with a slick coat of ice as he used the Skater technique. The blonde flew forward with the grace of drunken alligator before he was thrown forward at the threshold of the cave. The reporter caught himself on the ground but his hands and knees weren’t spared from impact. He swore to himself having felt a rock dig itself into his kneecap.

“Ah Heath, my beloved with. A paradigm of beauty, elegance-” Sinclair began as he jogged after the man. “Fuck off!” the witch hissed as he forced himself off the ground and moved quickly. “I should’ve mentioned eloquence.” Sinclair muttered with a huff. Grass stains and raw palms aside, he could manage. What was important is- panic flared as he heard the echo of loud footsteps coming from the cave’s insides. Well, shit, he hoped the ice Skater had left over was good enough. While screaming a long line of ‘FUCK’ in his head, Heath traced a line with his palm a couple of feet long. “I’m going to pray you’re tall enough to take out someone’s knees.” He whispered as the vegetation he’d touched began growing. Within seconds a two foot long wall of thick shrubbery popped out of the ground. Now that he looked at it he felt less confident than before in his plan. With the stomping growing louder and louder Heath had to push the negative thoughts aside and back away.

“Duck to the side!” he called into the abyss before backing away form the entrance. Sinclair was already on the move, and rushed past Heath and up a tree. Seemed fine right? Heath hid behind the trunk. There wasn’t enough time to scramble up with his familiar. He shoved his hands in his pockets and pulled out the glass vials Billy had given him. “Please don’t be fucking with me…” he groaned as he held a vial ready to huck it as soon as he saw the monster rush out.

Heath could only stare in utter shock as Billy, almost casually, cartwheeled flawlessly out of the cave. Not that Heath could judge, he couldn’t do a cartwheel. It just looked nice. He pushed off the thought because now was NOT the time for this. Hot on the guy’s heels were two very large, very angry looking wolf creatures their jaws snapping at the witch. He felt a sense of dread so close to danger for the first time since…ever really. He sold drugs and wrote for a living. There was nothing dangerous about that. Usually anyway…

The bulking heathens were fucking slow though. As they skidded in an attempt to follow the live bait he watched one slammed into his Barrier. It slowed it down a bit but the damn thing was gone now. Heath tossed the little file. The glass bottle glinted as it soared through the air before slamming dead center on one of the wolves’ back. He barely heard the smash of glass before the little vile erupted into a raging inferno. The flames were intense as they quickly coated the entire thing. Heath grimaced as he watched the monster spasmed. It screeches and writhed uncontrollably, unable to put out the flames. As the air filled with the smell of charred flesh and singed fur he screamed at Billy. “You couldn’t have warned me about what I was carrying?!” he yelled at his partner amid the terrifying screams of the monster. He’d skated carrying this these tiny bombs. Despite the heat of the flames he felt a cold sweat.

The other wolf flinched away from his companion, rabid eyes now moving onto Heath as he stood out in the open. He’d stared at his mess for too long. Shit. Heath floundered as he grabbed another vile, equally terrified of what he was holding. As the monster ran, jaws gaping wide open Heath launched another vial at the beast. This time the glad crashed against its muzzle. A glittery, wet mixture splashed onto the wolf’s left eye but aside from aside from a growl it wasn’t really bothered. It had stopped to shake the glitter water off though. Heath’s eyes were wife in surprise. Where were the fucking flames, Billy???

“Run!” Sinclair snapped from the safety of his tree before jumping over to a different one. As the wolf resumed its run, Heath bolted at the last minute. It slammed into the trunk but was only stopped for a few seconds while the witch scrambled to the right, still clutching the remaining vials. He was too scared to drop them and get caught in the flames that would follow.

Heath fumbled with the vials as he tried to protect from harm but also not fall flat on his face again. He had to suppress the overwhelming urge to turn and look back at the monster. That probably wouldn’t end well for him. “I think you could’ve at least given me a bit more of a warning as to what I was carrying!” he yelled back. After all, he could have been the one burning up and turning into ash instead. That wasn’t on his list of priorities tonight. At the scream from the wolf, Heath deigned it safe enough to turn around and look.

He watched just in time to watch the wolf rear back as it was blinded. As his partner shouted at him Heath put a vial in his right hand and threw the damn thing at the demon. The glass bottle spun midair before crashing onto the beast’s shoulder. Again, no flames. Just the shimmer of glitter water flying in the moonlight. “If you’ve got more knives, now would be a great time to pull them out of your pants.” The blond called out, backing away from the wolf as it shook off the lights in its eyes. Still in its line of sight, Heath moved eager to duck behind the trees for cover.

The wolf lunged forward once again, more irritated than ever after the assault. He contemplated briefly how long it would take the damn thing to catch up if he broke out into a full sprint. Maybe he could spring an actual trap on it? At this point, he was about to get mauled either way. One vial left. Either this one was good or he could look forward to becoming half chewed up wolf demon dinner. Heath pat the ground in front of him whispering, begging for nature’s cooperation as he tried to set an Entangle trap before rushing forward. He craned his neck ready to rid himself of the vial before realizing with horror that he wasn’t holding it anymore. Before he could really figure out where it was, the monster landed in his trap, vines sprung up from the ground and quickly latched onto its legs. The sudden grip took it by surprise and it promptly fell. As its full body weight hit the ground it also crushed the missing vial.

Yet again the horrifying screams of a damned wolf rang out through the night. The fire burned easily through the fires and clung onto the monster as it desperately writhed around trying to stop them. Heath panted agitated and a little messed up, but overall fine. He stared at the smoldering remains for a moment before shuddering once more. He skirted around the ashes and carefully walked back towards his partner. “Are you ok?” he asked out of courtesy. He slapped a little at the grass stains on his knee, and made note as the small tear on one of them. “Was that it or is there more?” He asked tiredly. He didn't want more. That was enough of a scare for tonight. Sinclair found his way out of a tree and join his witch, drained form the experience. Not that he’d been in any real danger, just Heath. Oh well.