((HA!

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CR2: The troll grunted as the other pipsqueak girl tried to attack with her puny sword. He dropped the loud one, but more because this other one was presently being more annoying, less so that her strike hurt. It did, to some extent, kind of like a paper-cut. That being said, she had instantly gotten his attention. It threw a punch her way, intending to either hit her or rupture the ground she'd dodge to, giving it more of a chance to crush her.
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Aaron's smile grew as he saw Teirra's eyes open.
"Hehe, what? Can't I be happy you're alive?" Would be kinda messed up if he'd have any other emotion. He sat back on his legs, drawing his coat about him a little. The expression softened more to an easy contentedness. Things turned out pretty well.
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Sally smirked a bit, seeing both Teirra come alive and Xavier seeming just a bit too cautious. The mission was over, wasn't it? She nudged him with her shoulder, being right next to him after all.
"Hey, we finished, right? Take a breather, we did really good," She said with a cheerful grin, but it blanked as she noticed Shiki motioning her over. She stood up, idly turning both of her bolts to clear the fogginess in her mind. She had to do this kind of thing a lot to clear the fogginess in her mind. Just like Dr. Stein, she was rather susceptible to madness. She let her hands down as she reached Shiki and leaned against the same tree.
"Yes?" She started brightly, wondering what this could be about...
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((Geh, long...))
Alba gave a lopsided grin and looked back into the darkness. She edged her foot to the very end, kicking off a little pebble. She stopped breathing suddenly. The pebble just floated there, right in front of the ledge.
"An... illusion?" She wondered, barely audible. A louder, darker snicker ran through the cavern.
"My my my, even you couldn't get it? I must be getting good..." Alba clenched her teeth. That in itself was a very broad way of saying 'even another witch couldn't see my spell'. Good thing it was so vague, seemed more like a jab at the DWMA. The sliver of light twisted as if alive, spiraling around and stretching to the floor. Once it touched the darkness on level with them, the whole thing went alight, then faded to be just... floor. The center, where the spiral of light had been, was instead a pillar of stone, atop it sitting a woman clad in black, leg crossed over the other and head leaned against her hand. She had bright silver eyes and white hair, quite an offset to her trench-coat style clothing, though a bit less so with all its decorative buckles. The woman laughed, seemingly at them, and straightened up.
"Took you long enough. Kinda sad it has to end like this, must be quite unsatisfying to take up a fruitless adventure..." She tilted her head, smiling spitefully. Alba's frown was a good mirror of it.
"Veiz, transform..." She ordered, keeping it simple like she usually did. Her gaze locked with the witch's.
"Tell us your name. Least we could do is document who's soul we collected." The witch's expression didn't change. In fact, Alba's attitude seemed to be funny to her.
"My name? Now, why, little child, why should I give you such privilege? I don't think you deserve that much..." She admitted airily, leaning back on the stone arm of her throne and kicking a leg up lazily. Alba ground her teeth in irritation. The sooner this was over, the better.