Well, she certainly hadn't seen that coming. Like she had hoped, Ethan had been distracted when she slowly made her way into the house. He hadn't heard her quietly tiptoeing through the hallway, nor had he seen her catch a glimpse of the room through the clever use of mirrors. Perhaps it was her lucky day. With a last check of her gun -only a fool would rush into battle without making sure their weapon would work-, she moved to take aim. A single bullet to the brain could do the trick, if it was not stopped by magic. Which was the tricky part. Getting it to hit. Though her aim was great, it could be meaningless if the mage merely shielded himself. 

She was putting her hope in her bullet of choice: A rather unique projectile out of pure ice, shaped out holy water. Whether it would work or not was the question: The flowing element of water was supposedly not as easy to influence than the solid, harsh metal. The blessing upon it warded against evil and dark magic. And frozen into a projectile, hopefully it would be unstoppable. She hoped that it would work. It had taken a darn long time to work out the mechanics. After all, ice in a normal gun would've melted or shattered. A modified air-gun eventually had led to her salvation. Still, for her own sake, to aim for the eye was the best bet in lethality. 

However, she was stopped in her tracks by the vision in the room, crawling shadows seeming to attack the dark mage. For a moment, she was stunned. The mage was attacking himself? That made no sense whatsoever. With a cry, the mage peeled of the shadow, then burst through the door on the opposing side of the room. It wasn't until the shadow moved towards Jack and seeped back to him, that a certain realization hit. 

“He did. But you won't.” The girl spoke coolly upon Jack's words, her gun raising towards the man. She didn't need an explanation. Her eyes had seen enough. He was a monster.