The Lost Witch [HIATUS]

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He slowly straightened himself out, twisting his neck and cracking his knuckles, making sure his movements were very slow and deliberate. Jason clearly felt confident. “I have to commend you on your strategy. ‘Getting very much within arm’s reach to confront me’… I can honestly say; I didn’t expect it.”

“Things have changed since the last time we saw each other, and that was when you left me to defend myself against an army of men who wanted to poke me like some science experiment, mind you.” The witch was obviously still bitter about their last meeting. “

“Well. I’ve never been good at handling being attacked…” He remarked, letting his eyes roll, before flicking them back to her. “And besides. Everyone’s tried to kill me once. You’re not that special…” “Now, it’s your turn. Why am I being pinned to a wall?”

“Judging by how upset you get over me protecting myself, I’d say it was something pretty special.” Her smile wasn’t all that pleasant, but slowly, she released him, crossing her arms over her chest instead. “I had to be sure you weren’t going to try to kill me again.”