"[b][i]Please don't do this! I've done nothing wrong! I swear i'll never use my magic again, please don't-AHHHH! GOD PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP![/i][/b]". Dimitri closed his eyes and turned his head away as the scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils. He wished to god that he was somewhere else, that he could just turn around and walk away, or at the very least cover his ears. Unfortunately for both him and the person he had pinned against a wall, this was going to keep happening, and neither party had the power to stop it. The wizard that Dimitri chased down and cornered in a downtown sugar mill writhed in agony as the glaive like weapon imbedded in his shoulder crackled to life and sent a bone jarring 25 milliamperes coursing through his skin and muscles. Dimitri gritted his teeth as he felt the wizard's muscles contract around the weapon, though he continued to press down on the trigger of his weapon until the wizard had screamed himself hoarse and went limp. The hunter opened his eyes and forced himself to look at the sad creature on the end of his weapon, "[b][color=00746b]I don't want to have to do this but you aren't leaving me any other alternatives. Just tell me where your friends are and we can end this. I'll even let you go provided you can stay under the radar.[/color][/b]".

It was almost like a switch had been flipped in the wizard: Dimitri found himself resisting the urge to take a step back as his quarry's head snapped up startlingly quickly for someone who's shoulder had just been fried by electricity after being run through. If looks could kill, then Dimitri would have been dead five times over at the very least, there was that much venom in the wizard's eyes, "[b][i]You expect me to believe that? Worst still, you want me to sentence my loved ones to death for an offer of mercy from a murderer? You can-[/i][/b]", the wizard's speech turned into shrieks as Dimitri activated his weapon and ramped up the amperage by five mA. 
He'd heard these sorts of speeches many times before, yet he always offered a chance for his quarries to escape their fate. Sometimes they took it, others however, ended up like the man he held captive. Dimitri lowered his eyes and turned the amperage in his weapon all the way up to 100 mA, then held on as the wizard's heart began to undergo both arterial and ventricular fibrillation. Dimitri held fast and turned his head away again as the wizard vainly tried to struggle against the process of his own heart being sent into a chaotic series of contractions. It took three minutes for the wizard to expire, after which Dimitri pulled his weapon out of the wizard's shoulder with a sickening squelch and let the body fall to the ground. "[b][color=00746b]I'm sorry. Really I am.[/color][/b]" He muttered lowly, if not somewhat uncertainly before he beheaded the wizard in a single swing. These days Dimitri didn't know how to feel about what he'd done anymore. His experience with witch hunting had left him numb, which in truth disgusted him more than the atrocities he committed at times. 

The witch hunter pulled out his phone with his free hand and rolled the head with his foot to leave the face visible for a picture. [i]'[u]Target kill confirmed. Could not acquire the known whereabout of other targets despite usage of threats and actions involving bodily harm. Body can be located in the sugar mill on 8th and Bradley's.[/u][/i]'. Dimitri attached the photo to the text he'd typed up before sending it to his employers. The response was almost immediate: '[i][u]Kill confirmation acknowledged. A total of twenty thousand Homeland dollars has been transferred to your account. Clean up crew is being dispatched. Expect another assignment within the next 72 hours.[/u][/i]'. The witch hunter sighed heavily at his response. Twenty thousand dollars. The life of another sapient being, one with a family and friends that they were willing to die for, was worth the price of a used car. Dimitri swallowed a lump in his throat and collapsed his weapon before he made his way for an exit and started looking up directions for the nearest bar. Dimitri wasn't one for drinking in a public setting, but right now he needed something a lot stronger than the cider or ales he kept in his fridge.