Triple C Brigade + The Dark Cavalry
Once Elia had ordered Christian to leave them, to go to Catherine, she wasted no time in pulling her shadowy power back in. It came to her, and to Issac by proxy, in a dark spiral, gaining strength at the center. Her darklings disappeared into the gathering magic, and in a moment it was her own arms wrapping around her fellow witch, pulling him close against her. "Trust me," she murmured, pressing her cheek against his. "And don't open your eyes, Issac."
There was a strange sideways pull, the feeling of tearing, but nothing really tore. A step, and it was done; they were gone from the field, wrapped in complete darkness. For Issac, there was blessed silence, at least of the mental variety. There were whispers in the dark, but they weren't coming from human lips or born from human minds. "Eyes closed," Elia reminded him, her own voice echoing softly back in the dark. Her own eyes were open, seeing comfortably in the darkness, but she felt her way with her power nonetheless. Four steps, five, six... there.
Again, there was the feeling of being pulled, of stepping sideways through something, and then the cool darkness disappeared. They were no longer in the empty field, but their feet were on the plantation's grass. It took the witch a few seconds to get her bearings, to orient herself to everyone's position, but then dark power rippled out from her again, meant to snap against Naamah's senses. What was the demon doing? It had the added benefit of pulling her toward Caleb and Callum, their darkness resonating with hers.
Releasing Issac with her arms, but still holding onto him with her magic, Elia turned toward her steps toward the place where she could feel her fellows, running toward them. It was Elia's hand that batted Callum's away from his girlfriend's wrist, even as she dropped to her knees beside the Seer. "Help Caleb drive it back! Naamah!" There was another ripple of darkness, a demanding surge. "We need you!"