Chasa's shoulders were a tense line as the Detective talked to her back. Her muscles strained as her need to protect Darnies fought with his orders to protect someone else. He mentioned cops and she heard Rebecca reply to him but she had zoned in intensely on the main conversation at hand. Knowing that the hunters probably had no bullets to actually kill Darnies did nothing to soothe her nerves over him being in harms way as a whole, after all, she needed to know what was going on. Harry's curse washed over them all and- aside from a small shiver- Chasa couldn't find herself feeling much different. She did notice Darnies shiver and move over to the broken window and breathe deeply as though he was in need of fresh air. She also noticed when he seemed to tense before shouthing, "Down!" and dropping suddenly. The sound of gunfire was when it all went to shit.
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He was furious. Livid. Apoplectic! 

Here he was around the corner of the alley that held the window and entrance into his favorite targeting spot and he couldn't even begin his night of observing because some stupid new hunters had waltzed in and caused a standoff with the regular freaks- the ones he doesn't quite know how to kill. Yet.

He felt a possessive rage build in him the longer they were in there. He found this bar, it's his spot to find targets, his! He saw the young magic wielder shift his position closer to the window, and the perfect view it opened up caused a manic grin to spread over the man's face. The kid turned and took a deep breath before looking straight at the man shadowed at the end of the alley and freezing up. The man simply raised his finger to his upturned lips at the same time he raised the gun. He laughed a bit as he watched the kid drop like a rock.

Then he fired.
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If Darnies really though about it, either the Earth or the Fates must really have his ticket ready for something big if they keep putting him through all these trials. When Harry's specific chimera brand of spellwork settled over him, he had shivered at the dark feeling that coated like a second skin. He needed the breeze from the broken window to show he still had proper sensitivity to his skin with the way the foreign magic muted things. Harry's used plenty of magic on him, but this one in particular seemed to bring out an unpleasant feeling that no one else seemed to feel to his extent.

He looked out the window straight across the alley, staring blankly at the other building's wall and trailing towards the mouth of the alley as he breathed. When his eyes reached the end, it only took a split second to register that there was a person staring directly through the bar's open window, his crazed grin the only thing visible of the hooded figure. That is, until his finger went to his lips and something in his hand glinted in the light from the streetlight behind the figure. Darnies's eyes widened and his heart began beating off-kilter.

"Down!" He yelled, dropping to the floor himself with a cry of pain as he jolted his bad knee. He saw Chasa turn around and curl of the detective as the first gunshot rang out. No more came because a second later there were sirens and the squeal of tires. A moment of shouting and an officer ran into the bar, plain-clothes but with his badge on a chain and his gun held facing the ground.

"Where is Detective Greenfield?" The man's gaze shifted passed Chasa as she unfolded from her position over the Detective and he came back into view. The officer kept his face neutral. "Detective, are there more any perps than the guy we caught outside?" He asked while eyeing the weapons in various stages of exposure, especially the blade glinting out of the cane next the boy on the ground below the window.

Darnies was still, eyes locked straight ahead, where the blue lights flashing lit up the bar's dim interior and glinted off the growing pool of dark liquid leaking out of the hole in the Japanese man's corpse.