Still laughing and talking, the two approach, and Adison looks at Vincent, who shrugs. It doesn't matter, Mina can handle her father whilst Vincent deals with the witch who is responsible for taking their daughter's peace of mind, and the lives of who knows how many innocents.
Vincent will not stoop to killing someone in cold blood, that is just too much to ask of him, so Adison hopes the woman will do something reckless, change into a monster, or attack him viciously. That way he'll not feel too guilty about taking a life yet again.
When they are nearly past, Vincent steps out in front of the pair, sword drawn, gun at the ready. Mina is at his side, and Adison and Victor are behind them, but at an angle, they know Sir Malcolm may carry a powerful gun. No sense in tempting him to shoot by offering an easy target.
They are both holding a gun, but not aiming it yet, they want to know where Sir Malcolm stands, first. Adison has her sight trained on the lady, or course, that is where the arcane danger will come from.
Sir Malcolm speaks up in a severe voice.
'Ladies and gentlemen, you are hindering our progress through this alley, please step aside.'
He really sounds as if he is back under Mrs Poole's control, and Mrs Poole seems to enjoy that very much. She doesn't speak however, and she doesn't light up to sight either. Her innate talent is not very bright, but the spells on the girls were blood-magic, a form of magic power gathered by hurting people, mostly helpless victims, the main way to practise magic if one doesn't have the talent oneself.
Apparently blood-magic doesn't reveal itself to sight until it is actually used, maybe because it is stored in charms or talismans instead of the mage's own physical shape.
Vincent now speaks up, and Adison is stunned by his dignity, he has learned so much already in those three days at St James'!
'Sir Malcolm, as you well know, we have no quarrel with you and will certainly let you leave this alley unharmed. Our aim is to talk with your companion, and warn her off our daughter. Mrs Poole, Catherine doesn't want to associate with you, so leave her alone.'
The woman now starts to laugh openly, apparently she feels very safe with Sir Malcolm at her side, though they are outnumbered two to one.
'Whatever would I do with your daughter? I already have a daughter, a bit older than this child, I admit, but ever so much less trouble. No diapers, no tantrums. Now please step aside.'
As she says this, she starts to light up, indeed in a sickly red colour, and she mutters beneath her breath. Adison quickly raises a shield over her friends, Paul said it would keep them from being spelled.
The woman repeats, 'Please step aside.'
It is clear she tried to spell them all to believe and obey her, but they all remain right where they are.
'I'm afraid we cannot oblige you, Mrs Poole, we need a solemn promise that you will stop sending your servants after us.'
Vincent is still very polite, and very cool.
Mrs Poole however, is not amused, and she threatens, 'It was foolish of you to bring the girl, I'll kill every one of you, then take her with me. She'll be my most powerful daughter ever.'
Then she orders Sir Malcolm, 'You've shot your daughter once, you can do so again, I know you have a gun on you.'
Sir Malcolm coolly raises his gun, and shoots Mrs Poole at point blank range before she can undertake her own defence.
'You were right,' he observes dryly, 'she is very incompetent. I don't know how she managed to spell me in the first place, this was all so obvious. Can you believe I just crossed my fingers behind my back and her glamour didn't work?'
So he was acting the whole time, to get a shot at her himself. That is kind of low, but it did work. Mrs Poole's body lies in the dirt, small round hole in the middle of her forehead, if anything, Sir Malcolm is an expert marksman. That seems to be it, and they leave the body behind, complimenting Sir Malcolm on his acting abilities.
Almost out of the alley, Catherine hisses in her voice that signifies mortal danger, 'She's coming!'
And to be sure, the body of the witch is no longer lying on the ground, she is coming straight at them, fast, wound still bleeding, her face contorted and no longer human, but actually looking like what people imagine when they hear the word witch.
Mina catches her with her blade, the unmarked saber, but though it is a direct hit, and delivered with Mina's superhuman strength, it doesn't seem to hinder the witch much.
The gruesome figure backhands Mina with a flash of sickly red, sending her crashing into the wall, then flies straight for Catherine. The little girl does not try to run, nor does she cower in fear, she stands rock still and prepares some magic, for she lights up brightly all of a sudden.
But no-one is going to get to Catherine without going through Vincent first, he even mimics the witch's theatrics by seeming to fly towards her. The resulting collision leaves what Mrs Poole turned into with a wide, blood-gushing slash across the chest as well as the bullet-hole. She seems surprised at being hit, apparently she has some magic to prevent being hit by weapons, and Adison checks her for it.
She cannot see how that works, but she can see the sullen red energy gathering again, this time it will be offensive and aimed for Vincent, and Adison decides to do something she knows will distract the horrid thing, even if it may not hurt her. She aims the gun and fires it.
But at the same time, Vincent strikes again and the bullet misses as the witch evades his lightning move. Him, too, fortunately, but this is clearly not the time to use a gun, and she puts it away. Another slash has damaged the horrible face, and the spell was indeed disturbed, but this is no ordinary opponent, this thing is strong, and durable.
Before Adison has time to act, some dark shape is on its way to her beloved, and it is going way too fast for her put up an extra shield on top of the first one. Vincent moves like lightning, jumping out of the way and aiming another slash at it, as if practising a drill, striking true. The thing explodes, and hits him full in the face, stunning him for a moment, leaving him helpless.