Zatanna had a very sick feeling in her stomach. She listened numbly to Robin's orders to the other half of their team; it was probably a good thing none were for her. A good part of her was still in shock. He was dead.
She just watched someone die.
--
He wasn't dead.
Omi needed a moment to process that. He fell from the rafters. He wasn't falling anymore. And he wasn't dead. He wasn't hurt. He didn't even feel the floor under him. What just happened?
Based on that scream, his arrow had found its mark. Omi took a moment to get his bearings, Youji's commentary meanwhile registering somewhere in the backdrop of his mind. What kind of shot was that. It worked didn't it? Was it so much to ask for something like 'Nice shot, Omi-- glad you aren't dead!'? Jeez.
He shook off the flash of irritation. The levitation spell ended and plopped him unceremoniously (but harmlessly) on the floor. After a quick look around Omi got to his feet. "Lucky for us she didn't protect him very well. Let's go!"
He reached into his jacket and pushed a pocket. The explosives he'd placed on his way down from the attic went off on the west side of the back of the house: far enough away from the entrance as not to hurt Ken, yet close enough to the grand hall to be as felt as they were heard. Within minutes the house would be engulfed in flames. He pressed the talk button on his headset. "It's over! Everyone clear out!"
He made a run for Youji as he dug into another pocket for his utility knife and flipped the blade open.
--
Zatanna tried to pull herself back together, to refocus on keeping the killer from going anywhere, but it was difficult. She just--
BOOM.
There went another thing wrong.
Zatanna felt angry. A combination of aggravation at herself, outrage on behalf of the stolen life, and frustration at the way this mission had gone so fantastically wrong so unbelievably fast. It wasn't right! Bad enough that these killers had succeeded-- now they had the gall to try to get away?! She'd show them something to try to get away from!
But before she could cast another spell, an unfamiliar laugh haunted through the cavernous chamber. Nasal, haughty, and sickly amused.
--
Omi threw to a halt as soon as he heard it. He knew that laugh.
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Zatanna had a very sick feeling in her stomach. She listened numbly to Robin's orders to the other half of their team; it was probably a good thing none were for her. A good part of her was still in shock. He was dead.
She just watched someone die.
--
He wasn't dead.
Omi needed a moment to process that. He fell from the rafters. He wasn't falling anymore. And he wasn't dead. He wasn't hurt. He didn't even feel the floor under him. What just happened?
Based on that scream, his arrow had found its mark. Omi took a moment to get his bearings, Youji's commentary meanwhile registering somewhere in the backdrop of his mind. What kind of shot was that. It worked didn't it? Was it so much to ask for something like 'Nice shot, Omi-- glad you aren't dead!'? Jeez.
He shook off the flash of irritation. The levitation spell ended and plopped him unceremoniously (but harmlessly) on the floor. After a quick look around Omi got to his feet. "Lucky for us she didn't protect him very well. Let's go!"
He reached into his jacket and pushed a pocket. The explosives he'd placed on his way down from the attic went off on the west side of the back of the house: far enough away from the entrance as not to hurt Ken, yet close enough to the grand hall to be as felt as they were heard. Within minutes the house would be engulfed in flames. He pressed the talk button on his headset. "It's over! Everyone clear out!"
He made a run for Youji as he dug into another pocket for his utility knife and flipped the blade open.
--
Zatanna tried to pull herself back together, to refocus on keeping the killer from going anywhere, but it was difficult. She just--
BOOM.
There went another thing wrong.
Zatanna felt angry. A combination of aggravation at herself, outrage on behalf of the stolen life, and frustration at the way this mission had gone so fantastically wrong so unbelievably fast. It wasn't right! Bad enough that these killers had succeeded-- now they had the gall to try to get away?! She'd show them something to try to get away from!
But before she could cast another spell, an unfamiliar laugh haunted through the cavernous chamber. Nasal, haughty, and sickly amused.
--
Omi threw to a halt as soon as he heard it. He knew that laugh.