76 pulled himself to his feet, shadows sticking to his hands and wrapping upwards along arms, tightening the shadows around the group of witches more like a net. One he'd have to 'drag', but that was fine with him. Something about them made him reluctant to carry them in a way that got them closer to him, "Can damn well try."

Their hats and hair obscured faces in the mess of shadow, but that was fine. They'd have tis sorted out soon enough. His head tilted back, "Help keep an eye on them, so they can't squirm out somehow."

The substance continued its slow crawl, spiderwebbing along the broom itself, as if it was either drying or trying to sneak.