"I fuckin' knew it!" Cole shouted, jumping to his feet as they glided in, bringing one of the most rancid scents Cole had ever had the misfortune to experience, before he realised that his sudden outburst had drawn all of their attention.
As one, the four wraiths snapped toward him, heir hooded heads pivoting on the spot, with their bodies following suit slowly after. Creepy.
"Well uh, shit," Cole muttered, and yanked the younger man up. "Back up now, Julian, nice and slow, and get that magic of yours ready."
He started doing the same, pulling it toward him from the vestiges left after his little light show for the young and stupid just now. Which he was glad he'd done, in hindsight, if those wraiths had caught up to them a moment before, it could have been a bloodbath. They were vicious creatures, driven only by a need to feed, and with no sense of morality or purpose outside of that. They couldn't be reasoned with, only fought.
"We need to split the group, keep them occupied while we take them down one by one," he said, cursing the fact that he hadn't asked for an Evoker as well. Zachary Byrne could have made short work of them from a distance, but he still felt as if things weren't at that stage between them where he could ask for a quick favour. "You got anythin' in your toolbox for that?"
He pulled the taser from his pocket, thumbing the ignition to test that it still worked, feeling a sense of relief as the device vibrated and a sinister crackle came from below his waistline, his eyes still fixed on the creatures, who were now stalking purposefully toward them.