His casual reveal of what he planned to do startled her into shocked silence, her eyes widening yet again while he smiled, then chuckled; he gave her another second to let the enormity of his promise sink in, then he turned away from her and towards her partner again, ignoring her this time when she cried out that he should stop.

Helplessly, she pulled at the bonds yet again, not really surprised when they didn't even move an inch; her breath quickened as fear for her lover took hold of her, but again he ignored her when she shouted at him to stop, the magic the dagger was made of swirling and dancing as he stopped next to the unconscious demon and raised the weapon.

Gritting her teeth, Willow's mind raced as she tried to figure out how to stop him, knowing that she had to act fast; it would have been easier, had she been able to use her arms, but still she knew that there had to be something she could do, some sort of spell which wouldn't require the need of her hands to be cast.

Briefly, she thought of the binding spell again, until she remembered how easily Morgan had shaken it off once he had put his mind to it; still, she figured it would slow him down at least for a few seconds, precious time she needed to come up with something else, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the magic, a surprised noise coming from him when the carpet yet again snuck up and wrapped around his ankles, keeping him from taking another step.

"That, again?" he wanted to know once he had gotten over his surprise, turning his head to look at her, the dagger still glistening in his hand, "are you getting this desperate, to try a spell you know won't hold me?"

Not even bothering to dignify that with an answer, Willow shifted her stance slightly, yet another idea coming to her; she had done something similar before, when she had been fighting against agents of the Shop to protect a friend from Pat's past, and it had worked out just fine, but this time, she'd have to do it without use of her hands, sweat forming on her brow as she focused, a conscious effort to direct the magic not towards her fingers, but downwards, something she never had done before.

Clearly not noticing what she was trying to do, or not caring, Morgan glanced down at his feet, his eyes narrowing as he briefly focused his power to break the spell, the carpet falling back down uselessly, a satisfied little smirk forming on his face as his gaze moved to the still lifeless demon again, his grip on the dagger tightening slightly.

Behind him, Willow took in another deep breath, knowing that she had amassed enough power to unleash it at him with considerable effect; still, she took the time to breathe deeply a few more times, making sure that she was fully focused on what she had to do, knowing she'd only getting one chance – if it wouldn't work, he'd either go straight for Pat and kill her after all, or do something to her which would make sure she wouldn't be able to try anything again, and then kill her partner, none of these possible outcomes much to her liking.

"Motus assultus", the witch pressed out as just as he took another step, stomping her foot down as hard as she could the blink of an eye later; and to her relief, the spell worked out just as she had intended it to, a bright lance of magic shooting away from her and speeding along the carpet until it impacted, hitting Morgan in both feet with an explosion of force and colour, a shocked cry coming from him this time as it sent him flying, an attack he clearly hadn't been expecting.

A low thud echoed through the apartment as he hit the wall, then slumped down to the carpet, visibly dazed; gritting her teeth, Willow didn't waste time and energy on trying to bind him yet again, focusing on the binding spell he had put on her instead, narrowing her eyes again as she started working on breaking the bonds with as much force as she dared to use – she wanted to get rid of them quickly, but the last thing they needed now was that the darkness within her took hold of her again, the redhead not even daring to imagine what it might do then, or what it might make Morgan do.

"Come on", she mumbled under her breath while Morgan was fighting hard to stay conscious, the dagger gone from his hand by now, having vanished the moment he had lost his focus on the magic, "come on, come on…"

From the other end of the room, she heard Pat groan slightly, but didn't dare to look, knowing it would only make her concentration slip, something she couldn't afford for even a second, not with this strong spell binding her and Morgan still not out cold, but regaining his senses instead, groaning as well as he slowly recovered from the hit he had taken.

Even though she knew that it was dangerous and might end up not only breaking the spell, but also hurting her, the witch clenched her fists as she decided that a blunt approach would work best, knowing that she had the raw power to accomplish it; she took in yet another deep breath, gathering her magical strength – before she unleashed it in a spike of pure, raw power, forced to squeeze her eyes shut as it slammed into her bonds, the collision of magic causing a literal firework to flash through the apartment, the pained yelp which came from Morgan telling her that he hadn't looked away fast enough.

Gritting her teeth in pain as the raw power had burned and blistered her wrists and hands, Willow forced herself to ignore the ache as the bonds vanished into nothingness, giving her freedom to move again; keeping her gaze away from the burns she had caused, not wanting to see how bad it was, she took a step away from the wall, then hurriedly conjured up her shield, just in case to be ready for anything Morgan might try to throw at her, even though he still looked as if he hadn't fully recovered from the hit yet.

"Impressive", he managed to bring out, struggling to sit up with his back against the wall, the redhead only now noticing that he was bleeding, a thin trickle of blood running from a wound hidden beneath his shaggy dark hair and down his cheek, "I thought it'd take you longer to break those bonds, and I certainly didn't expect you to harm yourself just to get it done faster."

"People often underestimate the petit redhead", Willow gave back, fighting hard to keep the pain out of her voice; by now it felt as if someone had doused her hands and wrists in gasoline and then had set them on fire, causing her to briefly wonder how long it would take this time until the heightened healing factor her pregnancy had granted her would kick in, if it depended on how serious the injury was or if the burns might not set it off at all, considering that the child she was carrying within her had more or less been fathered by a fire demon.

"I'm not gonna make that mistake again", Morgan grunted, to her relief not looking as if he might try to get up or throw some spell at her, unlike her partner, who was coming back around enough to roll over on her back, then struggle in a sitting position, neither the witch, nor the man looking at her though, both focused on each other, "and you just confirmed that coming here was the best idea I could have had. I thank you for your little demonstrations of your skills."

He smiled at her, then his face hardened as he brought up his hands; more out of reflex than conscious thought, Willow let more power flow into her shield, strengthening it against any attack he might throw at her, but instead of doing so, he let out a string of words, a massive cloud of smoke erupting around him once he had said the last one, startling the witch into taking a step back, helpless anger filling her as the cloud vanished a few seconds later and let her see that he had disappeared into thin air, without leaving even the smallest trace behind.