★ Spell 1 ★ [Willow Rosenberg - IN PERSON]
[The woman is moving swiftly down the corridor. She'd been chucked in this strange place, and as usual in her life? There were monsters. She had rolled her eyes, before the pulse pounding terror and running had started. But this god damn castle, she kept getting turned back on herself.
What wasn't helping? Was this god damn dress she'd been shoved into. A black formfitting typical witches dress was hugging her figure quite tightly, though a hastily torn split on the left side made it slightly easier to move, especially as the monsters were gaining again. Running out another door, it happened in a flash.
A line of red blood splattered across the wall. Willow looked at the beast that was holding itself triumphantly. That was it. She gripped her arm to keep pressure on it, and nodded up at it. The beast was thrown down the corridor violently. It's head smashed against the wall and it's neck broke with a violent crunch.
With no time to think as the witch was assaulted by three more attackers. She gestured at the decorative weaponry at the walls. They float to just in front of her, as if wielded by some invisible force to protect her. She looks determinedly at her attackers, as they charge.]
What wasn't helping? Was this god damn dress she'd been shoved into. A black formfitting typical witches dress was hugging her figure quite tightly, though a hastily torn split on the left side made it slightly easier to move, especially as the monsters were gaining again. Running out another door, it happened in a flash.
A line of red blood splattered across the wall. Willow looked at the beast that was holding itself triumphantly. That was it. She gripped her arm to keep pressure on it, and nodded up at it. The beast was thrown down the corridor violently. It's head smashed against the wall and it's neck broke with a violent crunch.
With no time to think as the witch was assaulted by three more attackers. She gestured at the decorative weaponry at the walls. They float to just in front of her, as if wielded by some invisible force to protect her. She looks determinedly at her attackers, as they charge.]