Anywho, Scorching Demonic Hottie No. 1 absorbs the blow with a brief hiss of pain before sneering at unseen entities off-camera, "Kill them." His form then flares a ruddy tone and vanishes, though we're led to believe based on Piper's earlier comments that he remains present for what follows, albeit invisible to the eye. Phoebe, clad in a hot pink down-stuffed nylon vest, follows Kevin's gaze to another, apparently empty, corner of the alleyway and shouts, "Throw the dye!" Raige quickly complies, and the bottles flip end over end through the air until Piper shatters them with another pair of Hands. A smoky cloud of blue spray settles towards the ground, in the process revealing a trio of manky-haired, leather-clad mouthbreathers, two of whom are already bouncing Flaming Balls Of Death in the palms of their hands. The mouthbreather on the left whips his FBOD in the Glamorous Ladies' direction, but Raige deflects it with her orbing telekinesis, so the thing abruptly reverses course in mid-air to plow back into the leftmost mouthbreather's chest. He explodes with a howl in a spray of bright demonic bits as the rightmost mouthbreather hurls his Flaming Ball Of Death at the Ps. "Heads up!" Phoebe calls as she grabs a nearby length of pipe. Employing the pipe as a baseball bat, she twists her upper body back before swinging forward with the thing to connect squarely with the FBOD, popping the Ball back to demolish the demon who threw it. Yes, they've never done that before, but you must understand: Alyssa Milano didn't start banging baseball players until last summer, and so lacked opportunities to perfect her swing until this year. And, yes, by "perfect her swing," I mean exactly what you think I do. Dirty birds. The remaining mouthbreather conjures an FBOD of his own, but Piper quickly dispatches that with her Hands, so he flares out to hurl FBODs another day.