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“Like hell! If you're gonna fight this thing, we're gonna do it together!” yelled Zoey as she blew the Apparition out of the room with a slurry of snow.

[color=goldenrod]“Poor bastard doesn’t stand a chance then,”[/color] said Penny. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but she was beaming. The real thing was always better than slaying plastic bottles out in the woods. Stacey had managed to get away in time and thanks to Zoey’s assistance she was able to make it within arms reach of the bottle before the thing tore back into the room. Penny twisted out of the way so that the flying debris of the wall it broke through pelted her back and she cringed as she heard just about every bottle of expensive liquor in the place crash. So much for that plan.

She whipped  her head around to check if Zoey was okay. She was more than okay; she was already moving. Penny followed after her, boots crunching over broken bottles as she made her way after the Apparition. She stopped momentarily as something in the kitchen caught her eye: a knife block. Without a hesitation she stole the block from the counter. If this place somehow did have an owner, she doubted the missing knives would be the first thing on the top of his list of concerns. She tucked the block under her arm and stepped outside through the other broken wall. 

Zoey had trapped the Apparition in a whirlwind of snow, giving the others the much needed chance to beat feet as far away as possible. Penny set down the knife block, knelt next to it, and drew out the biggest blade, uncapping her marker in the other hand with her mouth. Time to get creative. Zoey’s snow seemed to be slowing down the Apparition, so she’d stick with that flavor. She began to draw a water glyph on the blade, carefully setting it down when she was finished as she picked up another one.

"Oh, illustrious leader!" Zoey said, "I can't keep this up forever! Shoot it or something with your magic bullets! I dunno! Something!"

[color=goldenrod]“Magic missiles,”[/color] Penny uttered, mostly to herself. Her brother had insisted on referring to them as that, and now she couldn’t think of them in any other way. Her second knife was done now. Another simple water glyph, and one of the only ones of that type she could get right. She glanced up at the Apparition beating against its snowy prison. She didn’t have time to do another.

She snapped the lid back on the marker and, while grabbing the two knives and standing, kept it securely gritted between her teeth. Her vision pulsed and she felt a pressure behind her eyes. Short intervals normally weren’t so bad, but when the path of every single flake of Zoey’s snowstorm was being projected it was a bit too much to bear. Penny focused on the knives as she hefted them up and flung them forward. The moment they left her hands the blades snapped towards the Apparition like they had been fired from a cannon. They were followed by two pops cracking through the air as the glyphs erupted, encasing the knives in jagged spears of ice as they barreled toward the Apparition. Penny’s vision blurred ever so slightly as it returned to normal. No longer certain they’d hit, she was already dropping down to one knee and uncapping her marker to “reload” for her next salvo.