A roaring fireball twice the size of the Eiffel Tower burned through Lucia's defences, her cheeky smile had long since disappeared, only the bloodlust of a ferocious animal remained. Her eyes darted between the seven figures, only one had chosen to make its identity be known, and she knew full well who that woman was. It was no surprise the reapers would show up after such a large commotion through the centre of the busiest city on Earth, the secrecy of witches must be kept and that was their jobs.
'I must thank you for saving those people, though you used magic potions, they carried no malicious intent. You are spared from any punishment for the time being.' A second witch floated forward toward Priscilla, pulling her toward the back of the squad, far from the danger Kat and Lucia posed.