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Mutare feel asleep writing this. I assume it is connected with the earlier writing. If it isn't please forgive me.
The shadow of the great witch flew several stories in the air. In this dark void it was hard to tell the exact distance but it was certain that if a human had fallen from this height they would not live.
Of course this was fantasy, the shadow of the great witch would most likely land on her feet ignoring any earthly physics, however the witch of theatergoing was determined to deny her the advantage of standing on firm ground.
Quickly her hand returned to it's original elegant form and she placed it on the head of her walking stick. Yelling loudly so her foe could hear the twisted howl of the witch of theatergoing she said:
“YOU WANT TO GO OUT WITH A BANG?! FINE! COMBUST INTO TINY PIECES!! Ahahahahaha! Ahaahah!”
The witch then spun the head off her walking stick and a magnificent light was emitted, the light pierced infinitely into the distance only growing in size as it progressed further, like a powerful spotlight in a play.
She gripped her walking stick and aimed the light directly at the shadow of Lambdadelta, when the light hit Lambdadelta the two percentage values immediately shattered with the harsh resounding sound of glass..
Light is the natural enemy of shadows, it forces them to recede into the darkness, however the shadow of Lambdadelta was still falling the ground, determined to fight. Only a few features remained on her body and she still had quite the fall left before she would reach Featherine.
Featherine gave her another sneer and the beam of light turned red and a magnificent chain of explosions were expelled from the cane following the path of the light. Each one began violently and ended with an explosion of streamers and glitter.
The explosions drew closer and closer and when they reached her descending body, she threw the open palm of her hand at the explosion. The familiar white flash and another number:
51.92%
Lambdadelta's body flipped from the force of the explosion, her trajectory shifted by several metres.
Featherine shifted the spotlight once more chasing the shadow and followed it up with another series of explosions. 82.60% The witch jumped once more, 96.29%. The shadow was no less than 15 meters away from the great witch of theatergoing. She retracted her limbs and began to roll in the air, bracing herself for the next attack. The witch of theatergoing flinched and didn't make another attack, this was checkmate. The next strike would be accompanied by the very thing that made this witch such a frighteningly powerful adversary.
The value of absolute certainty 100.00%.
Less than 3 meters she pointed and aimed both of her legs at heel-first at Featherine.
At last the flash of brilliant white. When it cleared however Featherine was no where to be seen.
The number that had appeared was 0.00% however what was truly frightening was written under it in the same red letters.
A miracle will not occur.
Bernkastel and Featherine were standing several meters away laughing at the shadow of the witch.
She had completely forgotten the witch of miracles was also present, however at this point there wasn't much she could do. Her body was melting, black ooze was pouring onto the ground and she looked like a melted black snowman of the once proud witch. She tried to charge the two witches once more but as she did her upper body slumped over. Her face grinding against the floor of the darkness, her scarlet eyes losing the piercing red glow. All she could do now is curse her bad luck:
“I'll kill you, Featherine... I'll crush you and yogyahgi pegth!”
Lambdadeltas mouth had now lost it's shape. A single tear from her eyes streaked across her cheek.
“You silly doll, neither Romeo or Juliet could ever kill Shakespear.”
Featherine drew her walking stick once more preparing to use the spotlight that would reduce this shadow back to nothingness.
Bernkastel gave her usual cruel smile and spoke, “I wonder if super paper burns~?”
Featherine readied her walking stick and took aim at the black ooze finally she once again released the blinding light, but just as it was about to consume the now twice deceased witch, it met the surface of a large mirror and the light rebounded in the faces of it's attacker.
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