After cracking his face against the mirror, the Enchantress burst into her dark haze and firefly like energy that swept past him. A small laugh could be heard bouncing off the bathroom walls. As he shouted, she materialized behind him, one hand running down his chest as her other raised her index finger to his lips, embracing him in a way as her chin leaned on his shoulder, hushing him as her index finger went down his lips. “Screaming nor guns will save you now.” She whispered as she held onto him. “We have a common enemy. You have something I want. I have something you want.” She murmured into his ear.
Very few people could fend Richard off, coax him into silence, but that happened the moment a dark arm and hand clutched at his form. By now, it was clear Enchantress had no desire to kill him–she would have done so at the start. Dragging in a few deep breaths, Flag braced his shoulders as a finger smoothed over his lips and chin. All he could see of Enchantress was her aura, that soot, curling around his body. She spoke with her proper voice. Deep, distant, as if she were inside the Colonel’s mind. Despite the tip, Rick didn’t submit his pistol, but didn’t aim to set it off in her face either. He was frozen–prepared–but at a standstill. Her words surprised him, “… You’re here to cut deals? …” Rick almost felt some excitement, “… I must be a real threat to you…” he swallowed, regained his bearings. “Why rely on me…? ‘thought you were powerful enough to take anything you wanted.”
