There was an explosion of that sparkling paint mid-air, and sure it was raining down from the crashing about. Better than one great splatter? Debatable. All the same 76 was keeping himself underneath, sliding along the shadows a bit as if he were on skates. Helped him keep track of the erratic movements once T'Challa had gotten hold of one.

Moved a hand out, shadows lifting from the ground and taking the shape of a claw-like hand and did his best to actually 'catch' the falling witches. Wrap the shadows around and pull them right to the ground. Sure there was screaming but- it didn't sound like words were being formed. Just outraged sounds.