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The one that caught fire earlier in the tail of the broom didn\'t work well and the black witch couldn\'t fly well. Pulling her own weapon which was the jagged knives which were thrown continuously, Penny and Damien had to move away which they did but in different directions. The knives were too fast that appeared like raindrops that were moving in the atmosphere.

Penny could no longer stand idle as few of the black witches who were flying up in the air landed down on the ground by bringing the broomsticks down. Using the movements of their hands, they moved it whispering in the wind while pointing at people who flew right across the buildings to fall down one after another. Damien was busy shooting the witches without holding back, his expression blank as he tried to get one after another. The starting few black witches didn\'t realize that there was a person in Wovile who had upgraded weapons that could not just injure the witches but kill the black witches.

Once they realized it was all about playing hide and seek. There were the black witches, humans, Damien, and Penny to fight.

Penny was watching Damien and the other fight while taking a deep breath, readying herself to join in the fight as it was now or never. Having never been caught in this kind of situation before, she was giving herself a mental pep-talking when one of the black witch who had caught sight of her had already sneaked right behind her,

"h.e.l.lo there," she quickly snapped her head around to come in face of a beautiful orange-haired woman. Her smile brighter than the sun itself but Penny doubted that the woman had ever been in the sun looking at her pale skin. She was another black witch, "What are you doing here instead of running away?" the black witch walked forward, pus.h.i.+ng her closer towards the alley which was darker with no lights.

"There is something I need to test," Penny had her hands in her back, her hand clutching on the little bottle as well as the needle.

The black witch had a sneer on her face, her eyes looking down at Penelope judgingly, sniffing her as her eyes flared in anger, "You must be brave to be wearing Grinver all over yourself if you think that will help you stay alive," so that was what it was called, Penny made a mental note. Her footsteps continued to go one step back to another while keeping her ears alert as she didn\'t want another witch creeping behind her.

"It is a beautiful perfume," Penny replied to her annoyed comment, "Do you want one?" I have some of them back home which I could share with you if you want," she offered the black witch.

"I will be very pleased after tearing you into pieces," the black witch gave her a brighter smile again, her eyes holding madness which wasn\'t going to be good realized Penny.

"Do you know who I am?" Penny tried to intimidate the black witch. Most of the times it worked with the humans she had lived to scare them away as if she were the daughter of some rich family even with the clothes that she wore but then the villagers never came out of the sh.e.l.l or never got to see the elite society to know who or how they looked.

"A witch hunter?" the black witch asked, How ironic, thought Penny to herself, "Or the daughter of Lord Herbert? But then the man has no children. Enough of chitchat, I care less," she raised her hand, muttering something and just when she swished her hand Penny moved away as quick as she could to hear the trash can that was behind her rumble against the walls.

Penny had made the bottler herself, if the black witch could manipulate the energy around them by the spells, surely she could do too. Removing the small bottle which could fit in her hand, she muttered some of the spells without moving her lips so that the black witch wouldn\'t know. Combing the spells along with the bottle, she threw it at the witch to have the intensity and volume of the fire increase dramatically. Like her, the black witch had moved away from the fire.

The black witch started to continuously spin her hand pointing at Penelope where she had to dodge it over and over again without getting an opportunity to breathe or take rest.

As time pa.s.sed by, Penny had run in the opposite direction of where Damien was.

When the witch did catch up, she caught hold of hair making her wince. The nails of the black witch dug deep into her arm to stop her further which was when Penelope cried out in pain.

The last time she had felt this pain was when she had stepped on the iron nail. She pushed the black witch away but the person was much more experienced than her which put her on disadvantage. Taking the pin in her hand, she stabbed the black witch. Pus.h.i.+ng the needle until it had gone deep into her skin.

Both the witches fighting with each other, she kicked the black witch so that she could create some s.p.a.ce. Her hands searching for the gun which she had placed inside.

Once she did create a successful gap, the witch raised her arm to look at the flimsy needle, "How childish of you to think a needle will hurt me," she laughed, cackling with her appearance turning one to its pure form when she realized something was wrong. Her laughs stopped and she raised both her arms to look at the change, "Why am I not able to change?!" As if realization hit her, she glared at Penelope.

"It was good to have you like my test subject," the witch started to scream as her hands and other parts of her body started to disintegrate and turned to nothing but dust, letting the needle drop on the ground.