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Who: Effie Salvatore, Chris Halliwell and Open
What: Dying
Where: Stret
When:Late Evening
Rating: PG-13
The problem with a witch trying to fight a vampire, was that even for all their power, the witch was still human. And the vampires were very, very fast. Chris ducked as another blur whipped around him, covering his head just to make sure she didn't get a grab in before gasping as a bullet tore through his stomach. He clutched at the wound, swallowing thickly, trying to force the pain down...away, trying to bring back the mentality he had so long ago when he had to face Wyatt.
Enigma stopped in her run, smirking as she leaned against the large riffle in her hands. "Really, I thought you would be better than this, little witch."
Chris reached out, flicking his hand and sending Enigma flying backwards towards a tree. Enigma flipped in mid air, crouching against the tree to stop her flight, before flipping back to her feet. "Oh honestly, that was mean! You could have killed me!"
She blurred into motion again, moving too fast for Chris to track, let alone aim for, another shot ringing out in the evening air, forcing Chris back, onto the ground as he spit blood, his lung punctured. She stroke over to him, spinning the rifle before slamming the stock into Chris' face, crushing his skull. "Night, Night, little witch." She called cheerily before blurring out of sight, giggling.
Chris coughed on the blood in his throat, his vision dimming. "W-Wyatt..."
What: Dying
Where: Stret
When:Late Evening
Rating: PG-13
The problem with a witch trying to fight a vampire, was that even for all their power, the witch was still human. And the vampires were very, very fast. Chris ducked as another blur whipped around him, covering his head just to make sure she didn't get a grab in before gasping as a bullet tore through his stomach. He clutched at the wound, swallowing thickly, trying to force the pain down...away, trying to bring back the mentality he had so long ago when he had to face Wyatt.
Enigma stopped in her run, smirking as she leaned against the large riffle in her hands. "Really, I thought you would be better than this, little witch."
Chris reached out, flicking his hand and sending Enigma flying backwards towards a tree. Enigma flipped in mid air, crouching against the tree to stop her flight, before flipping back to her feet. "Oh honestly, that was mean! You could have killed me!"
She blurred into motion again, moving too fast for Chris to track, let alone aim for, another shot ringing out in the evening air, forcing Chris back, onto the ground as he spit blood, his lung punctured. She stroke over to him, spinning the rifle before slamming the stock into Chris' face, crushing his skull. "Night, Night, little witch." She called cheerily before blurring out of sight, giggling.
Chris coughed on the blood in his throat, his vision dimming. "W-Wyatt..."