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Numair seemed to applaud his performance in casting a measurable amount of damage on the witch. Tossing the eyeball-flesh covered stone he had used to destroy one of the hag's eyes, Lesley huffed in pleasure at his accomplishment. 

[b]Witch:[/b] "Foolish mortals, we heal faster than your kind."

The pink-haired man oogled her freshly dismembered arm as the open wound and torn skin around it attempted to tighten and close, but it didn't look to be doing so well. This probed a snort to escape Lesley's nostrils which came simultaneously with the witch's surprised exclamation.

One of the hooded males and another pink-haired female looked as if they were attempting at attacking, blabbing about some picnic. In all honesty, they didn't look threatening to say the least. If anything, they appeared to act like over-sized toddlers and whiny preschoolers. As a result of the hooded figures failure to attack, Riley took the chance they posed as distraction to jam an arrow into the last functioning eye of the evil prune. Numair also dove right into the action, making straight up body contact with the old spell-caster. when they finally separated, the beat up granny got up once more and let out a screech so shrill, Lesley could almost eel his eardrums beginning to shatter.

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The hooded figures went through much trouble and injuries, but eventually, they were able to rip out the hag's heart, which surprisingly, was just some dark gem. Well, they were in Nowhere after all, anything was possible. The entire time the newcomers had worked to defeat the over-powered witch, Lesley was too weak to do much else, but was glad to have contributed to the cause. He was able to breathe a heavy exhale of pure relief from all the chaos they had experienced. Though they had lost two of their own, it was a good thing that they were able to finish the fight without losing anymore. 

Shortly after the victory, a trio emerged along with two smaller dragons. The female he knew was the rider because of the armor and how she addressed Avian, but the other two, which she later announced were more humans, he hadn't met before. In fact, he wasn't too pleased on welcoming anymore humans into their group. It'd be more people to mourn over now that he had become exposed to the painful reality of these quests. The Living List crossed off the Witch's Heart and the next item, a USB, appeared on the page.

A bomb was thrown onto the battle filed following the hooded figures short farewell. It caused quite a ruckus, even had him thinking it was a grenade along with a few other individuals and sadly, he didn't care much anymore. If he died then he died, there was no running away from that anymore. The reality of death was all too real at this point. Nowhere wasn't as whimsical and fun as he'd thought. The memories of tonight's loss flashed in his mind and he struggled to shake them away.

[b]ace:[/b] "Hold your heads up high. We still have things to collect. You all still have people to see."

Everyone looked all used up and exhausted beyond any average human's capacity to work. It was by some miracle that they were all still able to function. The very thing he needed now was rest and since he felt rather safe, the fatigue was coming on in a giant, overwhelming wave of sleepiness and loosening of self-control. Dropping to his knees, he scanned the group along with the new additions and waited for the next step. At this point, he didn't give a crap, even passing out and sleeping right there and then was a welcomed possibility. Having the witch's heart stolen wasn't very ideal, but chasing after the hooded figures in their current state just wasn't a possibility. He wondered how they'd get back to shelter or if they'd even make it to bed that night.