Keeping up, Azailee responded, "You know what we can do! If she had just used her witchcraft on you whilst dying we could have taken her abilities!"
Touch turned to his brother, and scolded him, "Lower your voice. Do you want them to hear us?" He continued his walk. "Patience brother, they will all die soon enough. If you can contain yourself until nightfall, I will grant you what you want." He looked for his brother's reaction as he said this, and was not disappointed. His brother loved murder as much as he did.
Touch stopped to chuckle, "Besides, that 'hag' should be dead by then anyway. If she's not, then I may be."
Worried, Azailee replied, "What do you mean 'you may be'?
"Well,' Touch said smiling to his brother, "She DID use her witchcraft on me, as I was watching you three have your fun, she cursed me. Not sure which curse, but if I had to guess, I'd say it'd be a nasty one. She probably wants me dead as soon as possible." He shrugged.
Azailee had a thoughtful expression on his face, "Why are we waiting to kill her then?"
Coming to a stopping point in the forest, Touch looked around, searching for something, "Because we have to have a better reason to kill her, if the others think we killed her just for fun, that won't set a very good example will it? This way we can use the excuse that she cursed me, so she deserved to die," Touch knelt the ground, he found what he was looking for. "We want to pick them off one by one Azailee. Like we did with every team before this." He stood up, a blue-cloth tied to the stick he now held.
Azailee saw this and asked, "Is she close? The man said she was in Alexandria? Why would she leave this here?" He took the stick from Touch's grasp.
"I believe she's closer than any of us thinks," Touch looked around them. "She's probably hunting our friends in the house just like we are."
Azailee's body grimaced, the concept of fear was new to him, "Why would she be doing that? You don't think she's after us do you?"
Touch stopped looking about, and turned to his brother, "Us? No. We are the ones who let her escape to begin remember? Do not fret about such things. It will all work out." Touch could see his brother's shoulders relax. This was a good thing, if Azailee was tensed up and scared, they were all doomed. This man could send people to their knees with a simple thought. He was of no use if he was preoccupied with things they couldn't control.
Azailee's face scrunched up as he turned to where they came from, "The others are coming out of the house. I sense something's changed. They've planned something."
The others probably knew what they were up too. Witch had always been skeptical about how they were still alive. He and Azailee had been on several teams before this one, but those teams were always attacked, ambushed, betrayed. Something always happened, the girl they were after always escaped, and they were the only ones to survive each time. Therefore, it was probably her that had begun this revolt. Which was fine, they were all going to die anyway, why not sooner than later? He began to remove his gloves again, death was about to occur, "Azailee, get behind me."
Drooling with anticipation, Azailee replied smiling, "With pleasure my brother." He moved behind Touch and closed his eyes, readying himself. "Collect knows where we are. Be ready for Watcher, he feels anxious."
Touch just huffed, he knew the routine. His powers surged under his skin like gunpowder being sparked a millisecond before its bullet took flight. His gloves now snugged in their hiding place, Touch stretched his fingertips, encasing them in flames in the process. This ability he loved the most, and only used when needed. It was taken from someone a couple years ago, when this "Team" was first put together.