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Elphaba isn't the wicked witch you're looking for (tothewesternsky) wrote in wariscoming,

Even though she had taken the lead, Elphaba didn't feel like she was leading. From her perspective, she was going first just to keep a lookout for magical traps. She didn't want one of the others to accidentally run into one. Elphaba looked around the room, trying to gauge what to expect in the next room. It was then that she heard some faint voices through the closed door. Could Bonnie be on the other side? It was hard to tell, her vision had only given her details on the room Bonnie was in, not on the rest of the place. But regardless, she knew they would encounter the people holding Bonnie here soon enough.

Just then, Elphaba caught sight of something on a table a couple feet to her left. She walked over and saw an athame laying there. It looked as though it was well used, but well taken care of. Clenching her teeth, she picked it up, holding it tightly in her left hand. She wanted to be armed, even though she had telekinesis. Though sometimes her power was hard to focus on one target, so she'd rather have something else to use. Then there was a noise on the other side of the closed door. Keeping her grip tight on the handle of the athame, she moved closer to the door. She glanced at Galinda, motioning her to stay close to her. The last thing she wanted was for Galinda to get hurt. The blonde witch's power lay more in protection than it did offensive combat, so Elphaba was going to stay close to her, or at the very least make sure all attention was focused on her, Damon and Caroline.

She glanced at the others, motioning to the closed door. The knob turned and the door started opening. Elphaba readied herself, standing about six feet to the left of the door. The fight was about to ensue. She felt her anger rising, but she kept her head about her. For the moment, she remained cool and collected, but the moment the fighting started and her adrenaline got pumping, she'd be little more than a berserker, unleashing all of the rage that had been slowly building over the past week and a half would come flooding out. And then everyone would know who the Wicked Witch of the West really was.