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One of the two people in here hurled ash at "Bill." That wouldn't have been Varnan's first choice, but maybe it was magic?

This was not the first time Varnan had fought a shape-changing monster, in fact they weren't that uncommon in the world. Some apparitions were malleable and represented concepts, changing as the sentiments around those concepts did. Others lived through humanity by wearing common Glamour, but this one seemed to just wear Bill's skin and call it a day.  When Elara was sent out the window, and it launched a hand at Varnan, he stood his ground. His watch released a wave of pink energy, cascading over the fist right before impact. The imposter was locked in place, separated from time and unable to perceive him sidestepping the arm and touching the creature on the hand as he backed away. 

[color=f94f61][i]"Get back!"[/i][/color]

Varnan flung himself out of the window, rolling over the snow and landing next to Elara. [color=f94f61]"Are you alright?"[/color] He asked, standing up seeing...

Someone else. Someone coming this way. Not good. [color=f94f61]"Just a fight! Go home!"[/color]

He readied his watch to trigger a Transversal, maybe it could get them a chance to hit the thing decisively.