Zoey's eye's widened as she recognized the glow and very quickly swapped through the shadows of her own party members, tripping Travis so she could quickly come up in front of Zuri and kick the knife away. She thought it odd that a witch hunter, of all the factions, would aim at her directly while she was alerted. "Scum," she spits off to the side, "Should've known a leacher was on board. Wonder what your precious 'morals' say about working with the church. Especially for the end of the world. O'course, you were probably going to steal it and call your brothers in." She reaches into the ether and pulls out two simple knives. She reached into her pouch and pulled some familliar leaves from it, the ones she'd used for Travis's tea earlier. 

"Let's see what you know, hypocrite. After all," she spreads her arms, illusion spell decloaked, "I am a witch." She disappears to a new shadow, out of site.