He stands, taking off his blazer and rolling up his sleeves. It's all for show, of course. He's done this so many times that it doesn't even warrant the very notion of breaking a sweat.

"This might sting a bit." (He's always wanted to say that.)

Avery's magic reaches out, searching for the very core of Héctor's being. It's a quick find--like he said, he's done this plenty of times before. It wraps around, squeezes (just hard enough to get a good grip), and then Avery yanks his arm back, jerking Héctor's soul free.