Movement of the Wilds

[Kira]

"I'll be fine you saw first hand how when I let the spirits in they took over. I just need to find one that's stronger." I say matter if fairly

[Wylde]

"Okay, first of all, no I didn't, secondly, like I said, unless you can find one that can beat me, you can't fight him."

[Kira]

"Fine I'll show you again." I say annoyed and start chanting the prayers

[Hanza koshack]

I open my eyes and straighten cracking my back and neck as a stretch. "So we good for round two?" I grin gently "I may be old but I've fought my fair share of battles won't some too. You ready or not?" I say in my think Brooklyn accent

[Wylde]

Wylde holds up a finger. "No, first of all, who the heck are you?"

[Hanza koshack]

"Hanza koshack. Rabbi and expert in the rights and Magic's of Kabahl, at your survice. Now are we fighting or not?"

[Wylde]

"I mean I can kick your ass again if you want, but I'm more curious how the hell you got here?"

[Hanza koshack]

"She needed me. She called and I came." I shrug "god works in many strange ways why should we be any different."

[Wylde]

"Where were you before now?"

[Hanza koshack]

"Just waiting. When she doesn't need us we wait, and when she does we come."

[Wylde]

"Okay, waiting where, exactly? In hell?" 

[Hanza koshack]

"There is no hell. There is only yashiva, the peace of darkness"

[Wylde]

"Fine," she growls, rolling her eyes. "There, then."

[Hanza koshack]

"Where else should the dead wait?" I ask gently " donyour dead not aid you aswell?"

[Wylde]

"You're a ghost?! Our ancestors have the decency to remain in the spirit world instead of taking over our bodies, yes!"