[i]Oh, great. Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes here is stealing my prey. Not tonight, sister.[/i]  Wither's little wand extended into a grey sword three feet long, with an edge as wicked as its wielder. A grin came across her face. "Rosemary, take the right," she called to her partner. "I'll be left and point. We're going after that girl- she's drawing all that nightmares to her with her positivity. They must look at her like a damn all-you-can eat buffet. We take out as many as we can, get ourselves a power boost." The girl of decay easily slipped down from her perch with grace, starting to run towards her target. "Try to keep up."