Spencer felt physically sick after watching the display, could Mr Decent really do that to all of them? He looked to his arm and the curse mark for a little while wondering how much chaos would erupt and how many people would kill another person in the next 50 minutes. Suddenly the time was dropped to 5 minutes and his mouth dried up, he licked his lips as he considered he might have been bluffing, no way he'd be able to kill them all at once...Bur he knew it was wishful thinking and he slowly turned his neck to meet the gaze of the business man.

"No." Spencer said quickly. "No no no, sir think about this for just a second." He raised his hands above his head. "I am thinking..." The man said, his facing growing cold, stepping closer and looking at his hand . "Thinking about my wife, my daughter, my house, my car." He looked up from his hand and Spencer swallowed nervously, backing up slowly. "My life. The one I've built through years of hard work." The man suddenly raised his hand. "But you, you're just some punk kid, no life, no girlfriend I'm betting." Spencer could tell what was going to happen soon, he could tell that they weren't both going to make it out alive. "I'm sorry." The man said, tearing up slightly as his magical energy began to build. "Me too." Spencer said sadly, with his hands still in the air he clenched his fist tightly, the shadow on the ground wrapped tightly around the business man's legs and and pulled him to the ground. Spencer knew what had to be done, in this moment, right now, it was kill or be killed. The man on the ground was slowly enveloped by shadows, they wrapped around his neck and and pulled hard against the ground, the younger men's eyes were shut tight the whole time and after what felt like an eternity of the the man gasping and spasming he was dead.