Clint watched her fly up to meet him and made no move to hide. This shit was getting serious. Though make no mistake, he was still both confused and pissed over the kitty cat incident. He just knew at this point they had a job to do here. That Spider needed to die. Now. "Hey." Was the only greeting the witch would get as she floated before him. "So, game plan. We need a game plan.." He frowned thoughtfully and turned to watch for the monster. "Back up's unlikely unless twinkle toes can run here or your porting reaches farther than I think. It's too fast to just shoot. And as much as I'd really like too- we can't torch the fuckin place. Think you could hold it or contain it?"