Darnies found himself blinking as the Detective suddenly vacated his spot and made a beeline for the bathroom, leaving him and Chasa to stare at the empty seat for a second before returning their eyes to Harry and the man who set off the wards. Nervously, Darnies started using the blood from his arm to sketch a Barrier Sigil that covered the entire back area of the bar; the area more focused on the family aspect of the bar. If he could keep the barrier up, the few families and the bar's other regulars could get out the back door. The guy didn't seem to want a fight, or even know what type of bar he just walked into but Harry was unpredictable and-

-And his wards went off again, making him quicken his pace as the girl he swore he had just seen at the bar without setting off his wards announced herself and what she wanted. The Detective slid back into the booth and Darnies gave him an uneasy grin, not even bothering to cover up his little project.

"Ah, uh, Detective...I figured you'd leave after you went to the restroom," He said quietly, not wanting to draw either Hunters' attention anymore than Chasa coming over to protect him [i]already[/i] did with the bloody man. Why did Mundanes always find out about the Supernatural this way when they were around him? Could he not introduce the idea to people peacefully?

[i]"No,"[/i] his mind supplied just as Harry turned around and immediately tried to make situations worse. [i]"because if they weren't in possible danger then you'd never tell them in the first place.'[/i] He sighed, conceding to his mind's point as he finished up the ward just as the Hunter man revealed his own weapon.

Chasa was taut as a bowstring next to him. There was a shimmer in the air to show the barrier had been erected before it cleared again and all the Beings on the other side quickly made their way to the back exit, children huddled in the center for protection. Now all that was left were anyone in their booth, at the bar, or in the bathrooms.

"Chasa, protect the Detective."

Chasa shivered as Darnies's order took hold of her, and she felt almost betrayed; not because he gave her an order, but because he was giving her one to protect someone other than himself. "But Darn-"

"Chasa!" Darnies hissed, flipping the second latch on his cane to allow for the easy removal of his hidden blade should he need it. "He is a Mundane in a situation he doesn't understand, I need you to guard him.  Get him out if he wants to leave, but don't let him fight or he'll die."

The order doubled and the Chai on her chest shimmered in response to the first True Command the young witch had ever used on her. He had always tried to tell her that she only had to listen to him or help him if she wanted, but he was giving her no wiggle room this time. She felt herself moving to the other side of the booth, leaving Darnies exposed and blocking the Detective from leaving his seat, her large body barring him from any possible bullets. Her thought process felt like it was halting; all she could bring to the front of her mind was, [i]"Protect the Detective, guard him."[/i]

Darnies slid from the booth as Chasa stayed sentry by in front of the Detective. He felt guilt twist his stomach at having used her Nature against her wishes, but at least Darnies knew how most Hunters fought if it came down to it. As it was, the nineteen year old licked his lips nervously as he stood, leaning his weight on his cane fiddling with the bloody rag in his other hand.

"Librarian, I really don't think Bec would appreciate another fight in her bar today," Darnies avoided using Harry's name even as he made a last ditch attempt at peace, but kept his personal shield around him just in case. He doubted either Hunter had bullets to kill witches- they rarely do, these days, with him being the only one left. He absentmindedly wondered if the Hunters had any bets on who would take the last True Witch out. He still didn't want to take the chance of not having his shields up. "Let's all just agree to leave the bar alive and live to fight each other some other day." He let his power surface and the crescent moon appeared below his left eye as the air around him took on a green shimmer to reveal both the strength of his magic and the shield he had around him. Chasa's eyes and tattoo shimmered in response to the display of power. He addressed the Hunters in the same calm tone, but his eyes held warning. 

"I don't think you two are equipped to fight what's left in this bar."