(It's quite all right. ^-^
My post was supposed to be twice as good as this post, but I lost the actual reply I wrote it on. TT_TT Sorry.)
The Specter looked them over, scoffing at Nick's charm. "What do you take me for?" She then noticed what he said about her partner, the Pendulum. Hemchman, her eye! "Maybe if you didn't stalk women in the night, he wouldn't be so brash with you. And I don't think you can tell an apparition, a figment of your imagination, what to d--" Beacon had made his way silently behind her, ready to use his stick to grab her by the throat. She slipped her way under the stick and seemed to fly to the next rooftop, not showing a hint of suprise.
"Like I said--what do you take me for?" The Pendulum arrived, his cloak concealing all of his long weapon--excluding the blade, that is. The blade had gone from a silvery white to a red as black as the night itself."Who--?"
"Don't worry about it." Glancing over at a huffy Beacon and the suave Nick, he growled a low, "But let's leave before I strike again."
With that they fled, seeming to fly over the rooftops with ease towards the west where the crescent moon hung in the sky.