Thanks to Glenwing of Wyrda for the inspiration/characters!
Dakra followed his target down the quiet street, it's about 12 in the after noon and most of San Francisco has better things to do. His black clothed shape followed her for some time; he could feel himself creating the energy ball. And killing her. She walked down an alley and went to a door, all of a sudden she found herself bursting into flames and dying. He then looked around then shimmered underground. His council was waiting on them. "It is done the witch is dead but that is only one! The other five still live. And they must DIE!" His fellow warlocks grumbled in agreement.
Once again, I really don't know what I want to do with this so suggestions are appreciated!