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Bullying was never something Pip enjoyed witnessing. In his many years of witch hood he was used to such cruelty, being odd as he was, but could not stomach the hatred he felt as he watched the young Viscling being pushed around by three brutish Viscets.
He hadn’t remembered walking up to them. Or their surprised faces shifting to a cocky grin as they saw what was to be their next victim. Nor did he remember swinging his umbrella experimentally, as if testing its weight as though it were a club. But the Viscets certainly picked up on his subconscious threats.
They began belittling him, his appearance causing them to believe he was but a weak sorcerer of some sort, like the one that enchanted small items down the street. If they had realised at the time that he was not a sorcerer but a witch, they may have backed down. If they had understood that Pip, though very weak in appearance, was capable of collapsing buildings with a flick of his umbrella, they may have reconsidered. But they didn’t know, and choose a fight with the wrong witch.
Pip waited, his haze of anger washing away to dangerous calm, until one of the Viscets threw a punch. Effortlessly he ducked, kicking towards his opponents legs and knocking him off his feet. The others seemed surprised, but he barely gave them a second to register his talents.
He pointed his umbrella at the next Viscet, feeling the magic course through his veins and into his focus. The umbrella opened suddenly and a ray of light burst from its end into the female on the receiving side. She flew back, crashing into a building and hitting her head, falling unconscious. As the umbrella closed again he swung it at the next Viscet, who had begun putting his paws up in defence, but was too slow and was hit with a satisfying crack to the back of his head. With a swift motion he pointed his weapon at the Viscet laying on the ground, who was about to stand up.
“Hey there,” Pip grinned, wiping non-existent dust off of his shoulder “Don’t suppose you were going to leave so soon? We were having so much fun.” The Viscet groaned and lay his head back onto the pavement.
Pip knelt beside him, glaring murderously at the bully. “If I ever see you bothering anyone else again, I swear you’ll have more than a few bruises and cuts to worry about.” He whispered with a dangerously quiet voice. The Viscet nodded quickly, clutching the arm he had obviously fell on. “Off with you then!” Pip ordered, standing up and moving towards the Viscling. He didn’t need telling twice and scuttled away, leaving his two companions behind.
Pip looked down at the Viscling and smiled. “How would you feel about a nice hot chocolate and some watermelon?” The Viscling grinned, confusion still evident on his face, and was led to the nearest café to recuperate.
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