Triple C Brigade + The Dark Cavalry
The room spun- not the room, the world, the plantation spun. Issac could barely keep his balance as they appeared near the panicked screams of a tormented mind and two angry and panicked pups. The shadowy void the witches had traveled through had been a comfort. He wanted to go back there. There were so many more voices in the area all attacking the kitty Cat; all sensing and knowing more than they should.
Issac had told them that he was not at full capacity, he had warned Elia that though he had been playful he was not really at full strength. His magic could not be controlled. Electricity sparked around him, sizzled in the minds of his companions. With his talisman broken, all he could do was call more attention to the group.
"Fleeing..." Issac answered, even though the Demon had not been speaking to him. "The tendrils will grab, the spirits will scream, and there are a few not left to feast on lacking in immortality." His voice was strained. His tone more crazed than Issac typically spoke in. In stepped back from Cat, knowing he of all of them would only amplify the issues, the demonic spirit, the unrested dead. His usual playthings were not being very nice.