Sam watched the violence with a frown. It wasn't that he found it unwarranted. After all, he'd shot the woman. It was that he was face to face with a reminder of just how much damage the Bat could do with bare hands.
"The kind of spell that would kill a lot of people," he said. It wasn't that he was trying to be vague, but the how if the murders mattered less than the lives lost.
"When she comes to, we should see if we can get something out of her about where the rest if the coven is. This spell takes at least three and no more than six. There could be more if them than that, but let's hope for the best case scenario."
There was a wry smile at that. Hope really wasn't something in his vocabulary these days.