Robin stepped from the shadows of the door-way she hung in. The witch was directly ahead, just on the other side of the hall. Darkness concealed the halls far end, and Robin wasn't even sure where the door was. She stepped quietly down the hall, pacing herself to make sure that she produced as little noise as possible. She was sure she had him, only ten more feet to the door, but she wouldn't make it.

Robin was suddenly sent reeling backward. She managed to catch her self, only to be sent reeling again, this time she hit the floor with thud. "What was that?" murmured Robin as she rubbed the back of her neck. Then came the third impact, it sent Robin skittering across the floor. Another impact sent her against the wall.

"Robin, what's happening?" said Amon through the communicator on Robins' ear. Robins hand went up to touch it, but the fifth impact sent her head against the wall, crushing the communicator and making her head bleed. "Nygghh." she whimpered, as she tried to turn her head. Her vision blurred and she could hardly even see the outline of the witch, but another figure stood next to her in the door-way. Another impact sent Robins' head back against the wall, and everything went black.

***

Atticus stepped into the dark hallway. Magic was abundant here. The other people labeled it "The Craft", but it was true magic. Mere humans could never understand the depth of it. A girl sat slumped against the wall near the door, unconscious, but that was not surprising, she had received quiet a beating. Red mana flowed through her, she was a pyrokinetic, it was not hard to tell. The other "witch" at the end of the hall used the other, more physical side of the red spectrum.

"So," said Atticus to the "witch" across the hall. "You pray on innocent people do you?"

"What do you know!?" yelled the "witch" as he cast a shock wave on Atticus. Blue mana engulfed the wave, stopping it dead in its tracks.

"Well, isn't that a bitch?" said Atticus with heavy sarcasm.

"I'll show you!" The entire hallway shook, threatening to collapse.

"Oh, now you go and throw a tantrum, well I think you need a time-out." said Atticus an he lifted his hands slightly. Blue mana encircled the "witch", it bound to him and the hall stopped shaking. "That'll teach you…hmm?"

A gun was lodged in Atticus back, Amon held the trigger with the intent to use the Orbo loaded weapon. "Who are you?" asked Amon.

"Simply an illusion…" replied Atticus. Blue mana swelled in the room, and Atticus faded away, leaving only hints of blue mana in the form of dust.