The pale oxford blue coloured hair man, not turning around but titling his head towards the noise, glarring, back straight, posture so good.
The manly voice that chuckled earlier spoke now.
"Let me help you, dear~ come to me..."
The voice was like dripping honey, a sweet poison meant to lure and cause damage.
The headset wearing man spoke firmly and serious. Professional and cutting through the manipulation from that hypnotic voice.
"I am not afraid, whatever you are.. filthy.."
He hissed, eyes narrowing more. Then he adds more fuel to the fire.
"Ill never follow a... Witch. Go away."
For a moment, there was silence, heavy tension filling it. But it broke quick.
The witch guy answered. The man behind that voice.
"You're not coming?... I guess ill have to do this the other way."
The mans eyes widen and he quickly unholsters his gun, pointing it at the source of the voice. Eyes wide with shock and alarm he yells.
"DONT DARE COME NEAR !!!"
He yells, pointing his gun, his gloved hand gripping tightly, index finger on the trigger the man continued to fuel the fire again.
"Hard way? Other way? You are nothing! Just a stupid 'witch'!"
The wizard, very offended, mad because of his now bruised ego, reveals himself, stepping near the man. The wide brim on his hat cast very dark shadows on his face like its not already dark out. The wizards massive, pointed teeth were grounded together, canines bloody. With bobbing veins he gritted out.
"Stupid fucking witch? Say that again little human."