There was more than one Working taking place in Seattle that night - or at least one in the midst of the attempt. A magical circle served two purposes – to protect and to define. The protection part was the most obvious, creating a boundary through the caster’s will and power that prevented anything within from influencing the world beyond it. The latter part, however, was overlooked more by the amateur Occultists yet it was equally important – it cleaved the world into two parts – the space within and everywhere else. A fixed point in reality for a Witch to alter, impose restrictions and send forth invitations. Beth stared at the large, toxic orange toad that sat within. He sat at about three feet high, his large eyes glimmering with flames that danced across the murky orange of his sclera. Beth carefully placed the knife onto the table - the once gleaming blade now stained with the fresh scarlet of her blood- placing it next to a, leather bound book with the words [i]”Faust’s Peerage”[/i] emblazoned on the top. Taking a large, docile chicken out from the cage at her feet, she raised the knife to its throat before speaking, “I name and bind thee, Lefylyn, under the Principalities of Fire, sealed by blood to –“ She was interrupted by the first few lines of “Mama Mia” sounding from her pocket. She sighed, “Sorry, I have to take this.” The demon blinked – clearly offended. It was nothing more than a minor demon at best, however like all demons of fire it was very proud. The elaborate ritual and incantations was more for its pride and cooperation than any practical magical reason and she had no doubt the interruption had prickled its ego somewhat. “I do hope this is important,” Beth answered, “You are interrupting a very important part of a chicken’s life,” as the Fire Toad leaped into to air as if to strike her, before colliding with the boundary of the circle as if striking solid stone. “My sincerest apologies to the poultry, Miss Buchanan,” came the smooth reply of Sol, with what Beth suspected was sarcasm. “However I am afraid there has been a disturbance of some magnitude which your particular talents may be particularly suited to.” “Oh, I’m sure [i]Herr Professor[/i] can deal with it, I distinctly remember I wasn’t on call tonight,” Beth replied, tapping the edge of her blade on her arm impatiently, “Besides I have nothing to wear.” “Miss Buchanan, we don’t have an on-call register, this is P&H.” Came the sardonic response, “I am afraid I will have to insist you fulfil your contractual obligation, besides Dr Stern has already been informed. Guardian Spirits are not something we take lightly.” “Well what is it? A undead wraith bound onto an area? A Construct, such as a Golem, a demon?” Beth said, wondering if she could get away with texting Emma the instructions of dismissal. “I’m afraid Agent Blackwood was not able to discern much information-“ “Wait, Morgan’s facing it?” Beth sighed, softly mouthing the word [i]bitch[/i] under her breath, “Fine, I’ll be there.” “A remarkable change of attitude, Miss Buchanan.” “Lets just say I owe her one. From a long way back.” Beth said, hanging up. She met the beady stare of the chicken in her grip, “Well, Mrs Pennyfeather, you live another day.” She mused on the relative sanity of talking to her sacrifices as she placed the chicken back in its coop, before turning to the fire toad. Well no point in wasting a perfectly good summon .... [center][b]~*~[/b][/center] Morgan and Emmaline would have witnessed a very strange sight indeed – an orange streak of fire rippled through the night sky and struck the Guardian, splashing across the spirits body and enveloping it in golden fire. Beth came running across the car park, her boots gliding across the slick tarmac of the carpark until she reached the pair. The Blood Witch was clad in a pair of tough, black denims accompanied by a plain white tank top - practical and hardwearing for whatever might come. Over her shoulder a plain, brown satchel was slung over, containing her “tools.” “I’m afraid that little fellow will only serve as a distraction at best, maybe ten minutes at most,” She said, breathing heavily, her eyes flickering to Lefylyn, the demon’s enflamed, amphibious body scrambling across the much bigger monster’s body as it attempted to swat it away. Lefylyn wouldn’t last long before the body Beth had fashioned it for this world would disintegrate as the very aura of power emanating from the Walmart Guardian weakened it, eventually he would be injured enough to leave the confines of its contract and back to the Beyond. “Goodness, now there’s something you don’t see every day,” She said, raising her eyebrow at the ragdoll like nature of the Spirit. “I mean I had heard Walmart was taking security more seriously these days, but this is something else.” Her casual manner aside, Beth was a little worried. She wasn’t exactly sure how she could combat this thing – she didn’t know the name of its caster or indeed what exactly it was. Banishing wasn’t simple and required as much knowledge beforehand of intended target that was possible to get. Hey eyes flickered to Emmaline, as annoying as it was to admit, it was reassuring to have another Witch to consult on the matter. “Guardian Spirits can’t strain too far from the premises in which they are bound … I think we could confine it to a few feet of movement. A small change in reality, redefining Walmart to a few square feet in the car park for a few hours. Might take me some time but it would at least make it easier to hit. Although that's more your area of expertise, Emmaline? As for me ... I doubt I can banish it without knowing more about it - but I could sever it's connection with its Caster. It would eventually dissipate on its own, although that would be several hours later - but it would definitly be weakened and much easier for the others to kill the old fashioned way.”