POTENTIAL 2

“[i]Mierda.[/i]” The shining mandala begins to form around her. Close combat is so not her speed, and of course Witcherphim probably has a hot, sexy relationship with Euna the... other Witcher? Sexy witch? What’s the deal with witches and Witchers anyway, is it a sworn enemies thing or are Witchers like witches but upgraded and— right, yeah, fight.

“How about some milk?” She spits bullets at Witcherphim, and scowls as they’re torn into shining prisms of regular non-zappy light by those really dangerous swords. “I’m sure you drink a lot of that in your backwards backwater Game of Thrones-ass ripoff.”

Of course there’s a crowd gathering. And her fan’s hand, waving as she jumps and tries to get her attention. Maybe she’ll give her an autograph after this if she doesn’t get splattered instantly on those swords. Really, all that magical power and you go for swords? Lame [i]and[/i] really deeply inconvenient.

[[b]6[/b] on Assessing the Sitch.]