The Little Old Witch [Mission/ Closed]

[attr="class","spellbound-text"]Romeo knew he couldn't allow his nerves to get the best of him, and so he would begin formulating a plan to deal with the woman alone. Even if the mission stated she was stronger than she looked, so was he and he couldn't keep counting himself out. Even if it was correct that she held the home field advantage, he was working with the element of surprise would could be just as deadly. Especially when he took her home field advantage away which was really their only option.
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With that, Romance made a quiet dash to the side of the house and leaned against the structure. The ground around him becoming moist and soggy as a pillar of water lifted him to the roof of the house, silent enough to prevent him from getting caught and allowing him to act on phase two of his plan. Moving over to the chimney and climbing the graham cracker structure until he was at the top, peering down into the warm candy aroma'd smoke.
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"Here goes nothing."
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He spoke now, raising a single hand to create a small film of black water over the chimneys port forcing the smoke to back draft into the home. For a minute or two there was silence before he could hear coughing and the sounds of panic as the woman began rummaging wildly.
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Hopefully the young mage would be ready for her because he had taken note of the second part of the mission description. The woman was dangerous and stronger than she looked and so he was sure it would take more than his spear to get rid of her, or at least that's what was running through his mind. No telling with these little old ladies, they always had a few tricks up their sleeves.

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[attr="class","spellbound-text"]The witch was cackling loudly as her golems made their move toward the water mage. They were larger than him, sure, but that often times meant they were slower and that proved to be the case now. Black water would swirl and condense around his hand, creating the circular head of a spiked mace for him to beat through their mucky bodies. Leaping forward and performing a horizontal swing at the presumed rib cage of the creature, it's creamy beige body seemed to withstand the heavy blow from the man with no reaction, besides the fact that it's entire stomach has been splattered onto the forest floor.
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He gasped at the fact that it was still coming after him, quickly forced to his knees by a heavy downward blow. The beast having used two hands to punch Romance's upper back in an effort to ground him but only prompting him to groan and look up to the creature angrily, the golem attempting the same move again. If not for Romance rolling to the side he likely would of been pummeled to a pulp.
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So these things didn't feel pain or any emotion? He would take note of that and finish them off without remorse, though to be fair he didn't plan on showing any. Now in a crouch he dodged another left jab, going for a counterattack but slipping on wet oatmeal chunks on the ground; his ribs targeted by a kick in mid stumble leaving him clutching his stomach on the ground.
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These damned things were tougher than they looked but he wasn't about to go down that easily. Allowing the mace to grow and encapsulate both clasped hands, Romance would leap up and bring the weapon crashing through the head of the golem in one heavy movement; snapping the creatures cranium from its shoulder.
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With it's head was flying through the air he almost stopped to celebrate but the body was STILL swinging at him. He fell backward to avoid the attack and realized he would have to beat the thing into a pulp to get past it. Fine by him, that kick to the gut had really pissed him off and he wouldn't allow this thing to live after such an assault.

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The old woman's eyes bulged at the display of power from the youth, first shock playing on her expression which transfigured to become anger. She hadn't faced a challenge like this in a while, that was for sure, and she didn't want to start now. Romance took advantage of her shocked state and crafted a sword from sable tinted watered, leaping forward to slash at her only for her figure to morph under him. Becoming a pool of oatmeal that slipped away and reformed behind him.
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So this was the game she wanted to play? Duck and run. Fine by him, he didn't have anywhere better to be, another swing at her resulted in the same morphing to escape putting a bit of distance between herself and the god slayer.
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"Have some cookies, you damned runt!"
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Suddenly there were pools of oatmeal surrounding her hands that she unleashed above her head into a floating mass. The chunky soup then condensed into oatmeal raisin cookies quickly raining down on the man almost like machine gun fire, which prompted Romance to dive out of the way. Standing again to slice through the projectiles with his sword with mostly luck guiding his hand.
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"Slimy old coward!"
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Romance expressed angrily, the oatmeal woman was moving toward him like a soupy wave with her body suddenly reforming to slam a fist into his face. Causing the youth to stumble back, however his quick thinking allowed him to grip her arm and toss her into the side of her house. Hearing her grunt loudly as she peeled off the side of the structure like an old piece of bologna, crawling to her knees to stand slowly. Holding the wall for support while looking over to the god slayer, desperation now in her defeated eyes.
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"You call me a coward? Heh, you weak, pathetic little man. You couldn't take me on your best day."
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"You'll eat those words you monster. No more time for games, you fall here and now!"

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Romance continued his slow pursuit while his mind reminded him not to let her compose herself and to take her while she was feeling the pressure. His hand still grasping the black sword created from water, he would get close enough to her to critically injure her with the blade. Taking the time to quickly cut her Achilles tendon so that she couldn't run from him, it was a trick he'd learned from other members of the guild who would chase down dangerous game.
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The old bat was clutching her leg now, screeching angrily with a voice that pierced the air and echoed throughout the night. Slamming her hand to the ground she started to chant and sway her arms quickly with a tsunami wave of oatmeal beginning to float into the air. "No!" Romeo hollered in return, using the sword to hack off her hand; sending her head reeling back in pain which he couldn't bare to watch for long.
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Romance wasn't a fan of killing but when it came to sick, twisted people like her he wasn't as affected. The things she'd done made her beyond human and if he could kill cute beasts he could damn sure kill a homicidal, cannibalistic, oatmeal witch.
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"Spare me boy, and i'll share the recipe of eternal oatmeal with you!"
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Her wretched voice begged to which the blonde scoffed, bringing the blade down into her still intact hand. Pinning it to the ground and bringing more of her screams to light. "Like you spared those children? No deal." Driving the blade deeper now he would stand above her and catch his breath a bit, finally ready to end the mission.

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