K.C. jumped over the bar as Jack stumbled in. "Mortales, impediendum motum. Manipulate memoria eorum!" He called. He watched as half the people in the bar stopped moving and their eyes glazed over. The other half, the witches and warlocks, looked around in confusion. "Jacky!?" K.C. ran to his little cousin. He had scratches and cuts all over his body and his sabre looked as if it was about to break. "Raven, Crowe, come with me!" He pointed to a warlock by the name of Jenkins, "Take Jack to the Witch House!" K.C. ran outside and saw that Jack's apartment was on fire. "Fuck." K.C. began sprinting toward the complex. When he reached it, he burst through the door into a blazing lobby. A troll was staring down at him, hundreds of pieces of jewelry adorned his person. K.C. drew his sword and lopped its head off in one motion.