Khaat didn't argue because she knew Aria would not have known about the safe room unless Marcus had told her. She simply picked up her file of paperwork and moved, and sat back down at the little desk that she used there if she needed to touch up her hair, and she set back to work, desperately needing something to focus on rather than her fear of James finding a way into the room.
"Sorry," she said to Aria. "Just trying to keep my brain focused on something other than James. Some of my encounters with him,... well, never mind. Nobody needs the details. So I'm going to try to stay focused." She wasn't going to tell Aria how deep her fear of James went or why it was so deep. This was neither the time or the place, but the calmer she stayed, the easier Aria's job would be. And Khaat didn't want to make it any harder than necessary.
The minute Jack got Anise to the fifth floor, she saw the intensity of the brawl that was already going on between James and Marcus, and in that instant, she was filled with a huge rush of fear that James was going to kill Marcus. James punched Marcus in the jaw hard enough to knock him to the floor. She didn't know why it was critically important to her that Marcus didn't die today. She tried to remember some of the defensive spells that she knew, and she remembered an incantation but she didn't remember what spell it went to.
"I hope this doesn't conjure a pudding," she muttered. She shouted the incantation and fired her wand for all she was worth. If she was conjuring a pudding, she wanted a freaking big one. However, out of her wand sprang a massive fireball that zipped across the room and enmeshed James completely in flames. Marcus deliberately rolled backwards away from the fireball.
"Jesus!" Angus paled. Angus fired an aquamenti to keep James from burning to death right in front of their eyes. He made his mind up that he was going to have a small, gentle word with her when this was over about not putting quite so much zap in her spells when she was feeling protective. He was glad to see Marcus get back up on his feet rather quickly. Anise visibly relaxed just a tiny bit seeing Marcus get up.
The moment the fire was out, James sank to the floor on one knee, and Angus watched hoping James was going to surrender. That didn't look bloody likely, actually, but James looked fairly pitiful now. His clothes now shredded, full of large burn holes, and smoking. Angus could smell burned skin, the stink of burned body hair, the stench of his burned clothes and the burned carpet that had been on the floor.
"Give it up," Marcus said to James. "You won't win. If she fires again, she just might manage to kill you." James growled, low and menacing.
"I'll kill that little shrimp," James said.
"The shrimp is mine," Angus said in a low fierce tone. "You won't get past me to touch her." That struck James as hilarious, and he began to laugh. The more he thought about it, the harder he laughed. Angus stood motionless just waiting. James looked at Edward.
"How the mighty have fallen," James laughed. "The mighty Edward Donohue has a werewolf in the family? That's rich, that is."
"The only thing that should mean to you is that you need to keep your stinky hairy mitts of my grandchildren, Nitwit," Edward said. "You even try to touch her, and your last realization on this side of the veil will be learning just how fast my axe can be. Then you'll be giving that a bit of a think on the other side."
"Is that meant to intimidate me?"
"No. It's merely fact," Edward said.
"I might be a shrimp but, clearly, I'm big enough to make a mess out of you," Anise said defiantly, unafraid. "You're nothing but a nuisance and an embarrassment to every single werewolf on the planet."
"Done with recess, are we?" Marcus asked. He watched James adjust himself into a pouncing position. Anise fired another spell, this time a much better choices, a petrificus totalus. James fell flat on the floor like a plank of wood, not moving.
"Oh. Well. now recess appears to be over," Angus said. "Well done, Anise. Anyone have a vote on what we do with the furry ashpile on the floor? Because once we take out this garbage, I think its a fair bet there are more here today where he came from."
"Four more," Marcus said. "Or so we've heard. But maybe Jess's hospital security have rounded up at least a couple of them while we dealt with him. We could hope."