“Wyatt!”

“Don’t make another step!!!!”

“But why not?”

“Because my powers will nullify every witchy arsenal you have… Hahahaha!”

“Wyatt, what do we do?”

“We fight hand-to-hand. Give me your hand Chris!”

“That’s not going to work Halliwells.”

“Isn’t it? You want my soul, right Demon?”

“I’ll give you his sole!”

“Umff…”

“Yeah! Nice kick, bro!”

“Great throw, Wyatt!”

“I’m not yet done with you. Do you think a mere kick would do me in?”

“Well not really, that’s why we have this.”

“Wyatt! Not the grand piano!”

“He---- Ouch!”

“Mom’s going to kill us if she finds out! She just bought that for Melinda.”

“Oh well, I guess, the insurance covers something like natural calamity, right?”

“You’re impossible Wyatt!”

“Don’t worry Chris, it runs in the fami--- look out! Fireball!”

“Argh! How’d you return my ammunition?”

“Well, let’s just say I propelled it back using my telekinetic powers, so even if you nullify my powers within 4 feet, the momentum kept it…”

“Stop the physics, ok? You! That wasn’t funny Demon!”

“I was never a comedian witch…”

“Ok, wow Wyatt, I never knew demons are starting to get some sense of humor.”

“Don’t get smart with me witch. You were just lucky your brother bailed you out on that.”

“That’s not luck Demon! We’re just too powerful for you! Right Wyatt?”

“You bet! Now I think it’s time to finish you off. Are you ready Chris?”

“Yeah!”

“I don’t think so witch… you see this little necklace I have here?”

“So what? I don’t care about your stupid necklace. Get ready Chris.”

“Nah ah ah! When you vanquish me, the explosion would destroy the necklace.”

“We don’t care! I’m ready Wyatt.”

“But you see, when this is destroyed, it would emit what you might call ‘de-witching spores’.”

“Just our luck Chris, the spores would bind our powers.”

“Can’t we reverse the effect using a potion or the power of three?”

“I don’t want to risk it.”

“I guess you’re out of options, blondie!”

“Wyatt! Watch out!”

“But you’re still too slow demon. That fireball ain’t getting near me! Fireball!!”

“No! You dodged it!”

“Nice going, Wyatt!”

“Haha, it was easy!”

“Wyatt, I think I know how to defeat this guy. Call for Excalibur!”

“Excalibur!”

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not going to work boy!”

“I think I know, Chris.”

“Just shout out when you’re ready, Wyatt.”

“Resorting to desperate measures… I pity you witch!”

“Well, I guess you should save your pity on someone else, right Chris?”

“Yeah, you see, you may be immune to attacks of magical origin.”

“But you’re not immune to sharp objects! Now Chris!”

“Here’s your telekinetic boost, Wyatt!”

“Yaaaaaaaah!!”

“Uggh! You… stabbed… meeeee! NOOOOOOh!”

“Wyatt! Be careful!”

“Noooooooooo!!!”

“Oh crap! Chris, trap me with the crystals so the spores won’t spread!”

“Crystals!!!”

“*cough* *cough*”

“Wyatt?”

“*cough* *cough*”

“Wyatt? Are you alright? I can’t see through with all the smoke!!”

“Yeah! I’m just destroying the spores with my powers.”

“How come you can use you’re powers now?”

“The demon’s dead.”

“Oh yeah!”

“Done! You can release the barrier now, Chris!”

“It worked!”

“Of course it did!”

“So the legend is true, the bearer of Excalibur becomes impervious to all magical attacks!”

“Oh well Wyatt, so much for being grounded for excessive use of our powers for personal gain...”

“Yeah… and the grand piano too!”

“We can fix that!”

“No Chris! That would be personal gain!”

“Hey! We just kicked some demon’s butt, it’s just right that we sort of get some help in cleaning up.”

“Ok, ok! But just this once, you can do it Chris…”

“Cool! Here goes, ‘Let the object of obsession become nothing but a dream as I cause this scene to be unseen’…”