The telltale [i]click[/i] and [i]chuck[/i] of the opening and closing truck door announced Manny. He let out a long breath, shaking his head at the scene before him. Morgan and Ellie were at one another's throats, with Malone and Madeline on the ground or sick. He could feel the tingle of magic in the air, and it turned his stomach. In his experience, magic was on a 'need to use' basis, manipulated to combat the creatures and people that abused it. But his team was rank with the preternatural. 

"I need a cigarette," he said to no one in particular. The car chase along with this drama wasn't what he'd signed up for. At some point he'd go back to freelance work. But maybe it was too early to call this case a failure. They could pull this off as a team if they could work as a team. 

[i]Not that you're much of a help[/i]. 

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, making himself move. He saw Kennedy fretting, and called to her. "Yo, see if there's some bandages in the house. Or even paper towels will work. Best thing we can do now is stop some of these girls from bleeding." He gave her a nod, showing he trusted her. His long legs carried him to Madeline, and he leaned down to help pick her up. "You know I aint a doctor neither." He replied to Leon, hauling the client up and helping to carry her inside.  

He'd deal with what was happening out here as soon as Madeline was on a soft couch. He didn't know what was happening with those women, but this was getting far too occult for his liking.