He gave her a look that roughly translated into: you had better, and tilted his head up a notch as if to display his superiority even more than he had already. The witch was weak. A frail link to their chain of Nobodies that collapsed at the first sign of danger.

If she were to stand up to them one day? She would wish that she never had dared.

He reached up a hand and called forth a portal of darkness, leading her back into the city, nearby to her home, but still a small walk, somewhere that the keybladers would not see its presence.

"Remember my warning," he told her.