#prettywhenifight

“Hey, cutie.” Lowering her hand, the Magicks she’d been unleashing instantly dying away in a bright ‘explosion’ of bright green light, Willow slowly turned, her blackened hair still being picked up by the rapidly dying breeze the Magicks had created. Most of the spell had already been done, the damage not yet complete, but all that could change soon enough. As for what her friend would try to do, she was more than interested in seeing just what might happen. The last time they’d fought, it had been a virtual stalemate. Whether or not this ‘rematch’ would be an encore performance remained to be seen.