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Glory/Ben (hopeandglory) wrote in wariscoming,

Witch. She'd found a little blonde witch. But it wasn't the Slayers. It didn't belong to her though it was under her protection. Would this one fall as easy as the last or did it have knives. Either way she'd win. Because she wasn't here to fight. Glory took a few steps forward sending the scurrying minion back enough that she didn't have to deal with it. And she'd use the witch, cause Glory could feel her mind slipping from beneath her, her tenuous grip on Ben loosening. His time with the Slayer had worked and soon he'd meet Dawn.

"Witches taste of lies" she said moving quickly until she was right at the witches side and already grabbing her arm. Superhuman speed, some might even go so far as to say godly. Cause it was, cause she was amazing like that.

"Do you? The last one was so loved, you're not, and you're surrounded by lies and flame, lies and flame. Dancing like the flickering fires of fate" she said giggling and tightening her grip on the arm. "I'll make it better though, Glory'll make everything better. Glory reached her free hand up to the blonde girls head and smiled so close to getting what she needed from her.

"No home time for you little witchey"