You were on a mission with task force 141. A mission that had turned for the worse you, ghost, prince, gaze, soap, were currently surrounded with no way out. Everyone was pretty beat up and weak running low on energy. You were a new witch, new but strong so you only used your powers when necessary. “Surrender or well start shooting” the enemy calls out.

“Do it and I’ll take you all out” you retort harshly dragging everyone’s attention.

“Do it and you’ll die, you don’t have enough magic” Price says trying to warn you.

“I have every magic!” You say before continuing “I have the spirts, Phasmatos raverus on animum” you chant out as the wind rushes harder “stop it!” Ghost shouts out. “I have expression! Motus” you chant out causing the ground to shake a bit before letting out a harsh wave of darkness out to the soldiers surrounding us as they let out painful screams before falling to the ground harshly unconscious. You turn back to the team as they give you confused and shocked looks. Before you could say anything you started to feel blood run down your noes