*Raven starts to speak, then stops. He looks up again then quickly back down. He scoffs, though his tone makes it clear he's more upset about the implication he would kill her than he let's on.*

*Raven looks up at the sky, exactly where he threw her. He can see her falling from up high. He looks down, he almost looks ashamed between the anger and distress.*

I Didn't. That Wasn't. I Was Not Hitting Her Because I Was Jealous, I Was Hitting Her Because She Called Me Weak And I Am No Such Thing! Furthermore She Threatened To Bring Oliver Into This, He Has No Place In A Battle Between Witches. You.

*Raven looks to the side, his stance becoming ever so slightly angrier once more.*

She-

*Upon actually realizing what the rat said, Raven whips his head over to them. He doesn't look angry anymore, in fact even the purple swirling in his eyes stops all at once. He looks hurt, and yet his fists still shake with anger. It takes him a few seconds to bring himself to say anything.*

I'm Not. I Am Not Doing It Vaine's Way. That's Not What This Is. I- I Mean Sure I Did Throw Her But That's Only Because She's Afraid Of Heights! And. I Suppose I Did.

*Raven looks down at his clenched fists and frowns.*

I don't know who you're referencing, but I appreciate you confirming Raven's jealousy problem! Truly the little bird needs to learn he isn't the strongest one in any given room.

*Raven scoffs, getting Angel's attention, as he takes out a sewing needle. One of the things he had taken from the tokens jar. He holds it up with two fingers as it begins glowing a soft purple.*

A trappers pin? Wow you really are just like him. You know those are purely psyisical, right? It'll only keep me still, it won't stop the magic. I could even still summon the ghost! You don't know what you're doing Birdy, just admit it! You'll never be more than a godling, you're not a witch little birdy.

That Does Make Me Feel Better, Actually.

*Raven says this as the cloud of purple powder gets thicker, appearing to consume Angel in what looks almost like a miniature tornado. Inside, Angel remains untouched and appears almost bored. Raven stares into the opaque powder as though it does nothing in making it harder to see her, glaring. He takes a step toward her then freezes before shaking his head to himself and taking the same step back.*

Trying to distract me with your little cloud isn't going to do anything, you of all people know how easy it is to tune out. Maybe you should just try harder, get closer Birdy, maybe it'll work then. I'm sure it won't explode in your face this time.