Lourdes & Jareth | The Library
Jareth and Kindra had been sitting at a table in the center of the library each focused on their own texts, his on an ancient ritual he was thinking of having the coven try on the next new moon, she on...well he wasn't exactly sure what his mate was looking at, but it held her attention, even as his own leg brushed against hers as they read. His hand slung on the back of her chair occasionally brushed against her hair or shoulder, but it wasn't obvious. Running a hand through his dark hair he muttered in German about why it was so hard for ancient priests and priestesses to write out CLEAR CONCISE directions.
A movement caught his eye and he knew it had caught Kin's too as both of their body language shifted into over drive a split second before the first blast. Jareth kicked their table over as Kindra swept the chairs away from them and they dropped to the floor as their eyes met. Neither were afraid, he could see her wolf in her eyes and knew his own matched hers, glowing gold eyes. They didn't even have to speak words, just a slight nod and then they were up on their feet, attacking the attackers. Of course they had a plan. They always had a plan.
It was Kindra who spoke first calling out just a number. "3!" she called, a grin on her perfect face. Jareth spared her his own wicked grin as he slashed claws across the throat of a gunman shooting at a table of freshman.
"4." He winked at her and she blew him a kiss as she made her way to the door, leaving a trail of bodies. They called out numbers to each other as she made it to the door and one last nod at him before she took off to continue slaughtering those stupid enough to attack their school and to find her brother. That was the plan. Jareth would go find Briar. The four of them would meet up at a pre-determined spot off campus once they could.
Dark eyes had turned a glowing yellow of his wolf, but being half witch gave him all sorts of nasty spells. And his grin was way too happy to have an outlet as he turned towards three men advancing on Lourdes Backer and Emilie Fiore.
"Nigrum ignis de la mortem," he spoke, his thick accent and grin making the Latin incantation of the black flame of death spell sound every bit as terrifying as it was. The three men burst into black flames, which burned them but didn't leave any physical burns. The darki priest's grin turned into a smirk and his glowing gold eyes focused on Lourdes as she threw her hands up and the dead man beside her stood, blank dead eyes staring in her direction. Waiting.
Jareth tilted his head to the side much like a wolf would while looking at something that was suddenly VERY interesting. Had Lourdes just used necromancy? It had been...over a thousand years since a true necromancer had been discovered and that had been the fabled Death elemental. Another attacker lunged at Lourdes and Jareth didn't intervene, merely calling to her as he watched expectantly, "Behind you, Lourdes."