Sammy. That was really starting to piss him off. Sam watched as he vanished, then stood rigidly on the spot, waiting for any sign of the invisible man so that he could rip him apart. "So you've got a few magic tricks," Sam mused. "That's okay. You're not the only one." His eyes went black and the shadows that were plastered onto the ground around them slowly began to shift. At first they were just oddly shaped blobs, all that were dark and unusual looking. And then they took form, each and every one of them carrying the same figure that Sam himself had. Except they were pitch black. Their bodies, their faces. There were no features, no expressions. Just glowing eyes that went a shade of red.
Sam chuckled. "I might not be able to find you, Magic Man," Sam told him. "But my friends will." He took a few steps forward and knelt down next to the circle, hardly concerned now that he had the three shadows watching his back. If Peter made a move, they would find him and they would attack.