Hunter laughed loudly as Pascual slapped at his own face, taking her opportunity to step forward and kick him in his nearest shin. She still gripped her wand tightly, but she was still a muggle in her most basic instincts. What she could do with one flick of her wand was nice, but it wasn't as fun as using her own bare hands.
It was just nice to know she had it, feeling the weight in her tense hand. When Pascual's hand collided with Michiko's face, Hunter's eyes narrowed. He just didn't learn, did he? She thought he might finally back off with his tail between his legs and accept he wasn't going to win against them, but the guy was a trooper. She had to give him that.
"What did I just tell ya?!" she snapped, lifting her wand and giving a it a flick. "Diffindo!" she blurted, the first spell that popped into her mind. Almost immediately, blood blossomed behind the pantleg of the shin she had kicked earlier.