A low growl and sizzle of the depths of a fire hummed inside of him as he held Meredith on her feet. "Stand on your own, Miss Crogan. You need to take control of your abilities, I will not have the seal on this trailer ruined because you cannot block out the feelings of others."
The Ringmaster had been kind to a few of the gifted and humans when the Ripper spirit had damaged their world views, offered them a glimmer of salvation, but as the havoc began to kick up the Djinn had begun to stir inside of his shell. It would take more than being amongst the Wild Hunt to break him.
Able to read the rise of emotions building once more inside of the human as a group of unheard, bloodied cattle of patrons ran past her trailer as one by one were picked off by beasts of their nightmares. "If you do not control this I will be forced to."