"Perish the thought, my dear Writer." Was Luka's blithe reply to Emily sternly rejecting the possibility of using deadly force. The Reveler made a mental note to keep his actions during the upcoming confrontation strictly non-lethal. He had no strong feelings one way or the other, so he was more than willing to follow the preferences of those who cared more than he did. So long as nobody they were up against found out who they were, Luka was happy.

That last thought caused some strange newfound instinct to flare up in the back of Luka's mind. An instinct that conveyed a very important piece of information regarding his desire for anonymity while performing these supernatural shenanigans he and his fellows now found themselves a part of.

"Keep in mind that there is a range to my ability." Luka gave voice to his instinct and warned the others. "Should you at any point stray further than fifteen feet from my side, the disguises that I have procured for you will vanish until you are back in range again."