At least he was in a comfortable position to keep the shadows up, 76 still having to fight to keep the kicking and struggling witches in place. More of that paint was splattering around, the scent of it growing thicker in the air and-

"So far so good. Seems like they're not impossibly strong, just- energetic?" Stronger that the average person, despite fitting the bill of a witch from some fairytale. Maybe that went with it, too. "This stuff doesn't smell like paint, either."