Talk:Witch/@comment-26376061-20160803212740/@comment-29038468-20160903190308

I stand there frozen flashing back to my childhood when everything was taken from me by the order, the day I became who I am. I tackle the order soldier to the ground with inhuman speed as the demonic energy around me is now clearly visible. "You will not lay a hand on her again!" I scream at him beating the ever living fuck out of the guy. After I finish with him I draw my blunt sword and tell my 'little sister' to go home. Being now terrified at what I'm going to do, she casts a spell to send herself back home. I then focus my attention on the order soldiers wreaking havoc around me. Making four other clones, we each go to handle them all. After putting them all in a pile my clones fall apart into doll pieces and I come to my senses and lie on the ground. A member of the Sabbath approaches me. "Thank you so much for handling them, we'll make slaves out of them yet!" He tells me. "Like I care," I start after getting up. "I had my own reasons for dealing with them. If you really want to thank me, start by getting more security." I tell him and leave. The journey home is filled with thoughts of how to better control myself, that is until I reach the door where my 'little sisters' tackle me into a hug with Wit-chan saying how sorry she is for the whole ordeal. I simply smile while rubbing the back of her head and tell her. "It's alright, next time we'll just go on a picnic, just the three of us." I say. "Really? You mean it?" Les-chan asks. "Of course, just the three of us." I repeat.