"Davy Jones is not to be summoned." He growled, not amused by their magic. "I have killed your Champion, as requested." He said, removing from his belt a tiny pouch filled with what remains of dust he could grasp from the air from their final battle. He tossed on the ground so that it landed at the woman's feet. He snorted and repositioned himself, quite pleased with his job and very eager to be rewarded.