The Buffy-shadow isn't really her, so Bigby has no problems whatsoever with mauling her with teeth and claws, biting hard and whipping his head back and forth, shaking her like a toy. It's been a long, long time since the Big Bad Wolf was let out to play, and although she doesn't taste like anything, it doesn't lessen that tiny bit of satisfaction deep in his chest.

"I'm open to ideas," Clark says under his breath as they approach the last of the Fates.

Harry makes a face. "Hate to say it, but we could try the fear of losing your kids."