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Hands on his knees as he rested for a short period of time, he allowed the others to distract the witch from his presence a bit, but every time his friends took a hit, just watching was painful all on its own. Seeing Inadi land a blow to the witch using a strategic plan, he was surprised that the electricity didn't seem to be fazing the frame faced boy at all, yet the old hag looked like she was suffering. 

[b]Inadi:[/b] “How much more magic you got over there Les? Since I think that this thing can only be hit by magic for the time being.”

Peeking down at his necklace, it looked just about empty for the most part and he shook his head in slight defeat. "I'm pretty much out of juice," he replied as he shook the amulet within his palm. Suddenly, he heard one of the females shouting at the witch in annoyance, but the voice sounded unfamiliar, alien. Flicking his head around swiftly, he was caught off guard to find that the one yelling had been Leila. She barely ever used a voice above a whisper and now she was full on screeching sentences at the witch in the most frustrated tone he's ever heard from her. It was rather bold, he had to admit and he looked at her with an expression of both shock and worry because of the evil crone's possible reactions towards being scolded.

After a sickening moment of silence following Leila's outcry, it seemed as if the timid girl had scared the witch off, but of course, there was no way this fight was going to end just like that. Quiet during a battle with a monster is probably more nerve wracking than an on going non-stop fight. During the eerie lapse of time, the soil began to rumble and crack as roots below started to shift as a warning that the trees were now being awakened. Leila was now sinking into the ground and as Riley and Haku took failed attempts to save her, everyone was anchored down with wooden hands which uprooted out of the dirt beneath them. They couldn't do anything but listen to the witch's belittling speech which spoke the gut wrenching truth. Without the amulets they were practically useless, just a group of humans trapped in this dangerously whimsical land called Nowhere.

Leon was plucked up off his feet and suspended in the air, she used him to toy with Ace like she was a kitten and Leon was a ball of yarn. Lesley groaned and yelled as he tried to pry his feet out of the tight grasps holding onto his ankles. Splinters were digging into his skin and flesh, but Leon needed him. Watching the wind mage get thrown into the crowd of wicked trees, Lesley was basically thrashing like a maniac trying to yank himself out of his stuck state. Clawing wildly at the ground as he watched sharp branches dig into the boy's sides, like a fork piercing a piece of meat, he tired out as fast as Leon's life hold decreased and he was devoured by a plant- ironically. In the end, the pink haired man was sprawled on the ground, feet still fastened in place, while he thumped a fist against the dirt in exhausted desperation.

Feeling the secure hold of the roots let go, he looked up to see Hakuren making a rushed attack at the witch. The normally non-emotional man looked ten levels above enraged. The ice mage threw swift punches without much strategy and the witch used the same disappearing act with ease. Then the next thing that happened really rattled him to a personal playing field, the stone spell was consuming Hakuren at alarming speeds and subsequent to all their failed attempts to save him, he too, like Vince, ended up as a rock sculpture.

Harper broke just like Haku, charging head on and aimlessly swinging around attempts that they all knew, deep inside, would never make a hit. The witch was done with their "games" and she was very well capable of killing them all from the very beginning. She was just giving them false hope of defeating her to make their own endings feel a million times worse. While Ace took care of Leila, Lesley stumbled his way to Harper who looked to be bleeding out in a fetal pose. His stomach had been punctured and he was out cold. Shaking the boy as he stared into Harper's paling face, he lifted him onto his lap and rocked back and forth, pressing his head against the kid's forehead. "Please don't die, please, please, please," he was whispering the same words over and over again, his own tears falling onto Harper's cheeks. The pleading was aimed at any higher being above, if there was one or any, and he willed with all his might that there would be a miracle cast down on them.