Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150809011527

"Hello, child..."

An eerie whisper came to Sam's ears, that was similar to the voice of the old witch he saw earlier but with a slightly different tone. He turned back, lifted his night-vision glasses and yikes, another hag as repulsive as her comrade was behind him all along. Sam panickingly grabbed his cutlass from the water bottle pocket of his backpack with one hand, the other held onto his fumi-e chain. Sure he's aware of Wiccans, he has friends who are of such cult but assuming that these witches practise the dark arts, he'd assume they'd be dependant on a demon. Demons hate iron and depictions of powerful deities, which the fumi-e has both those elements for that's all he knew. He waved that sword at the witch's face like if his hands had tremors, yelled at that crooked creature in both anger and fear.

"Who are you people? What are you doing to my friends? What is your purpose, tell me now, don't tell me when?!"