"Comic relief," Peter said, a beat after Xander had finished. "I might get a bit bored when you try the same old lame tricks again. Might as well have someone else around to laugh at you."
That was enough talking, he figured. Peter dropped his hand, letting a bolt of lightning arc off of it, straight towards the witch. "Done chatting yet?"
He picked himself up, hovering a several feet off the ground, hands extended for another assault, one pushing up a telekinestic shield.