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Seeing a group of hooded beings enter the scene, she recognized them almost immediately and it was surprising to see one of there own alongside those sniveling thieves. She scrunched up her face in distaste and spat. But as they announced their will to help them in defeating the witch, she eyed them wearily, but knew they'd be needing ll the assistance they could get. Under other circumstances, she'd be completely against associating with these hooded figures. 

Glancing over the the guy she had smeared goop on in the past, he had given her a nervous look before releasing a rainbow dragon who ran off towards the witch. Inadi was closing in fast as well, his spear jamming into the witch's right arm. One of the hag's eyes had been caved in by Lesley and now they were working de-limbing her. It was all too weird. how come these cloaked beings knew how to defeat a witch? and why were they wanting to help them in the first place? Why were they even here?

As the witch took the hits they had forced onto her, the demonic crone waved her hand swiftly and cast pillars of dirt to jut out of the ground. Feeling the floor beneath her start to shake dangerously, she didn't get the chance to move from her spot before a column of solid soil and sediment rammed right into her bare stomach and she was sent flying upwards. It felt like a hundred jabs to the stomach and she coughed up blood while she hung from the top of the dirt tower. Sliding off, she landed weakly on her legs and hacked a bit more blood out before getting up on wobbly feet.

Snatching Harper's sword which had been left on the battle field, she charged at the witch, decked out in her underwear and a pair of boots, and finished off cutting the witch's other arm. By now the old hag was armless and only had control over on of her eyes. The witch yowled in an ear shattering shriek and cast out black wisps in all directions. trying to dodge as many pf them as she could and using the sword to cut through the ones coming dangerously close to her skin, there was no way she would be turning into stone. Just as she thought that she was free from the stone spell, a black wisp ate at her left boot and she kicked off the shoe as fast as she could, screaming as she shook the stone footwear before it could consume her feet as well. Panting on the ground missing one boot without any outerwear besides a bra and bottom cover ups, she looked pretty harassed and battered, her pale skin smeared in blood and dirt, her snow-white hair sooty and mangled.