Solus walked onto the scene, hiding himself from the two witches as they fought. Their minds were rich and full of secrets and lies, truths and deceptions, and Solus learned much, just from observing. He smiled as the fight progressed naturally, and the two witches fought one another. However, as Solus began to realize how the witches were fighting, he grew progressively happier. It was perfect, really. Magic fueled by perception and thought, his forte. One of the witches was defeated, one named Beatrice, or, more accurately, Sayo.
Solus moved forwards towards the defeated witch, who simply gasped in pain and bled. Solus first reached out, as he gently touched her forehead. He entered her mind with his, and wiped away the sense of pain, numbing her mental receptors. Instantly, she would be filled with soothing reprieve. However, as Solus did so, he also planted a seed. A seed of the emotion known as obsession, or, to the more idealistic, as love. Solus smiled at the Witch, the woman who he would slowly turn to his slave. She would be a fantastic addition to his harem. "Are you alright, miss Beatrice?"