"I got the girl boss!" Said Henry as he rounded the caravan. He held a struggling girl in his arms.
The woman in front of him paled. "Don't you dare hurt her."
If Boris had hair, it would have started standing on end as Minerva started drawing power. The grass at her feet turned grey and ashen.
"Now look, we ain't hurting no-one. Just co-operate and we'll leave you with..." He paused as the 'Chicken' rounded the caravan dripping in Gil's blood. Ghostly feathers shook and bristled as it started hissing like a big boiling kettle of water.