Girl
Power
Wraith
closed his eyes, awaiting the spear to end his life.
“Spider
sister.” The yell echoed throughout the valley, halting every living this
there. Wraith craned his neck towards the source of the sound.
She
was a tall warrior dressed in red and yellow. Orange sashes were around her
thin waist. Pendants hung from it. She wore a corset of red leather. Her weapon
was a long halberd with a wickedly curved axe. She wore a red bandana and her
dark hair hung around her shoulder and down her back and breasts. Her yellow
pants billowed and were tucked inside her brown boots. A light violet
serpentine symbol was painter across her face but it did not obscure her
beautiful angular features. Wraith locked eyes with her large purple eyes and
felt a lump on his throat despite the spell pinning him down.
“This
is our prey,” croaked the Witch with the spear at his throat. “Get your own, Mountain
Clan wench.”
The
new witch raised her weapon. From all around them, emerging form the cliffs and
canyon peaks, witches wearing red and yellow emerged. Some rode rancors whilst
others were on foot. But they all stood tall and proud aiming bows at the black
clad witches. Arrows of pink energy quivered as the witches drew them with
disciplined and practiced ease.
“You
know our methods by now,” said the first witch. “This is the only warning.
Leave with your lives whilst you still have them.”
The
black witch chuckled. “You do not want to start an open war between the
Spiderclan and the Singing Mountain clan. Go back little –”
Before
she could finish her sentence, the beautiful witch hefted her weapon and threw
it at the Spiderclan witch. The halberd shot into the witch, impaling her and
throwing her backwards. The rest of the Spiderclan tensed up and gazed in
horror as their leader got slain in front of their eyes.
“Anyone
else have a complaint?” called out the beautiful witch. The Spiderclan witches
remained silent. “Good. You have two choices: fight and die, or run back to
which ever crevice you crawled out from.”
Most
of them ran from it but a few remained. Leading the escapees were the first
witches who assaulted Wraith. He should have known: bullies always run in the
face of adversity. Five of the remained.
“We
cannot return without our quarry,” said one of them. “Our matriarch will kill
us in punishment.” They raised their weapons.
The
beautiful witch raised her arm. “Have it your way.” Arrows flew. Four of the
witches were like porcupines; their bodies a pin cushion for the arrows. The spokeswoman
managed to shield herself.
“You
hide behind archers. Face me you coward,” she screamed at the beautiful witch.
The Spiderclan witch swung a curved sword horizontally at the other witch.
Calmly,
the Singing Mountain witch stepped into the strike, grabbed the Spiderclan witch’s
wrists and twisted. The Spider witch spun and landed painfully on her back. The
Mountain Witch held the sword close to her body with her left hand and extended
her right. She channelled the Force and squeezed the Spider witches’ neck. The
beautiful witch Force Choked her opponent and lifted her off the ground. Her
victim struggled in vain. The beautiful witch flicked her wrist and the
Spiderclan witch’s neck snapped. The beautiful witch threw her carelessly along
with the sword. She walked towards Wraith who, albeit free from the
Spiderclan’s spell, remained stunned on the ground. He was mesmerized by the
Singing Mountain witch’s beauty and power.
She
retrieved her weapon, extracting it from the first witch’s corpse. Then she
pulled Wraith’s weapon with the Force and examined it.
“Our
matriarch would like an audience with you, outsider,” she said as she pocketed
his weapon in her sash. Her tone of voice had changed completely. She spoke
with a gentle voice but there was no doubt of her power. Her eyes locked into
his and they stood like that for a while. Her purple eyes made his heart beat
and his face warm. This sensation was new to him and he wasn’t sure he liked
it. It confounded him. ‘This merits more observation,’ he thought as he stood
up.
Her
halberd twirled and the blade quivered centimetres from his neck.
“Please
follow us without any trickery.”
Wraith’s
expression hardened. This was the second time a woman threatened to behead him.
He was starting to think that every conversation with a female involved mortal
danger.
“Keep
your hands where I can see them,” she said. Wraith smirked slyly.
“Anything
in particular you’d like me to do with them?” he said. She blushed and pressed
her blade.
“As
if you could handle me,” she muttered as they began walking and other witches
joined them. Wraith smirked. He liked her, he decided.
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