He wasn't down to Clown.

Goddamn Clowns. It was enough that another Witch had a plan, but he had to wonder why. Nothing about this felt 'normal' among attacks upon the city, and his suspicions would only build as he took on the creatures with twisted smiles and strange powers. He thought they fought with blood because they WERE blood.

"..You sure? There's nothin', I dunno, weird about 'em? Weirder than usual??"