Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150809043937

((If I were a witch, I would be gladly obeying the person who gave them life again while silently plotting how to murder them XD))

Shirley snarled. Enough was enough. That glass could have seriously injured or even killed Quinn, and that was certainly unacceptable. No plain old witch was murdering her target, and it was time to even the odds. They needed a real daemon, not some adopted poser who made funny tricks with fire!

Taking advantage of the fact that both witches were facing the same direction, she teleported silently behind Lazarus, holding Sterben in her hand as she did so. Without a sound, Shirley pressed her axe into the witch's throat, not hurting her, but not allowing her to easily escape physically either.

"Are you done throwing a hissy fit, you barren crone? Or, are we going to get to the actual fighting yet?" Shirley let out a dramatic sigh. "And, here I thought this would be more exciting." A lazy smirk grew across her face, knowing a fight would escalate quickly from this point.

((Wow, she just went there. Yikes.))