It startled Elvira when the coat disappeared from around her body, she shivered a little as it was shrunk. When Isela gave it back to her, Elvira defiantly had the expression of an amused child. Not wasting anytime or its warmth she pulled the coat back on and put the hood up. She was now comfortable bundled up in a coat that fit her much better. "Thanks! Going to have to learn that skill. Not like I listen to directions or rules. Aren't they there to be broken." she was in a better mood now that she was much warmer and could move.

"Just do what you are best at Isela and I'll take care of the rest. I don't think you do ever bring harm to the them even though they took your mother from you. I'm not as gentle as you are." Elvira spoke in a quiet tone. She knew this didn't shock Isela anymore, that she was a killer. If it did her only friend would of left her long ago. "I already know I'll be going to hell. No need to try and redeem myself now." she laughed dancing around a little only to mumble incoherent words as she saw the frozen tundra outside the woods. She really hated the cold and anything that wasn't the forest.

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Jordan laughed at Miles, wondering if his companion had ever been outside the forested land. He definitely had, Jordan was born in the city of the sky. So everything was new and fascinating to him while he was down here. "Someone most likely found a way to make this a live able place Miles or would you like to keep riding the same mount as me?" he mused before adding one of his annoying comments. "I never knew we had gotten so close!" he professed before bursting into laughter before getting serious at the next subject and watching the forest also.

"Fine with me. Rather be a poka-dot than bleed out to death and suffer in agonizing pain. So what are your theories on the small one? Witch, captive of the witch, bait to use against us?" Jordan just spewed out anything that came to his mind. After being with Miles for so long. Jordan never watched his words, just let them out. Insulting, nice, mean, or kind. No matter how much they denied it, it was obvious they were friends, and good ones at that. While else would they suffer through riding a the same mount together.

"Well, I have to assume that if you were me with your personality you probably would have just gotten a smaller coat in the first place. So you wouldn't have of needed that skill." Isela said laughing softly and pulling the hood up of her own jacket. It worked out that both of the jackets actually had hoods on them. Otherwise the two would be so cold they wouldn't have been able to put up a fight.

"You're not going to hell! Not without me anyway. I don't care what I have to do to go to hell with you I'm not going to be by myself. I don't think you deserve to go to hell anyway. You might be a bit well you know, but you're doing it to defend yourself, and the people normally do deserve some of what they get. Besides if you're nice enough to be helping me when I'm in need then even you don't deserve to go to someplace as horrible as horrible as hell." Isela stated, clinging to her friends side as they came nearer to the edge of the woods. The young witch didn't add to the first words Elvira had said, because truly she wasn't good at anything when it came to beating witch hunters. She was to nice and to forgiving.*

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Miles just glared at his friends joke and waited for him to stop laughing. "I won't bleed out to death, or be in pain. I know how to handle this." To bad the witch *hunter had never met Elvira. He honestly had no idea what he was in for. "I highly doubt little miss. Poka dot has a captive witch. Maybe it's a cousin, or another daughter you missed."*

The boy looked around a bit noticing how cold it actually had gotten. "Jordan, think they're coming soon?" He asked watching the edge of the forest. This was going to be so much better than sitting home or hunting out fake witches. These two actually had powers. At least the daughter of the other witch anyway. The smaller one could be a complete fake. But Miles didn't think so. His eyes darted across the line of trees as a small wind rustled the leaves.

"Your words are kind and warm my cold little heart but there is no way I will get out of my destiny. Sold my soul to the devil." Elvira laughed like it was nothing bad looking over at Isela clinging to her side. She gently patted her friends arm as reassuring as she could. It wasn't in her bag of tricks though. "I'm helping you because you are my only friend. I couldn't do anything without you. Your the Ying to my Yang." The truth in that statement was ironic. So when they reached the forests edge, she stepped out in front of Isela. Much the would be but she tried. Would rather they attacked her first that the witch they truly wanted.

With quick eyes she survived everything around her. "Bastards..." she muttered. They were far enough from the forest edge to kill most of her plans. Looking over the hunters she stalled at the one with the eye patch and she felt her eyes lock onto his before quickly moving on. She was thinking of every spell or chant she knew that involved snow. Wait, she had her demon though.Syr could cause them quite a bit of trouble. She called out to him and soon found him at her side. "Cause them hell." Elvira almost sang as she slid her hand over the demons head to make him visible. Wanted to watch.

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"I did not miss anything!" Retorted Jordan finally upset for once. He was always through in everything he did and to think this man was telling him otherwise. "I hope she gives you one hell of a time to deal with..." Oh how his statement rang such truth and the ignorance that he would be apart of that hell too.

Almost jumping in excitement at that sight of the witches he hit Miles in the arm. "Dude!" he cried excitedly only to get horrified. "The small one is your problem!" he spoke quickly at the sight of the unruly thing that just appeared next to the smaller being as if he was about to runaway. The one Miles said he would take on seemed to be there only threat. But really though, Jordan was getting his bow to send an arrow into the creature and or the witch depending on how Miles faired.

Miles jumped slightly at the sudden outburst of Jordan, slowly looking up to meet the witches gaze. Before noticed the creature. "Well crap. There's a freaky troll thing or something. What the heck is it?" He asked reaching into his bag and grabbing out a sword. It was easier than aiming at the creature and hoping something hit the thing in the right spot. "Bring it on!" He called standing ready to charge.*

"Jordan, don't let them get away you run after them if they try to leave. Got it?" Miles watched the creature closly. "Actually don't worry about the small one. She's not actually wanted. So we can deal with her later or just kill her now and no one would know anything different.*

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"Well I'm going with you then. You're my best and most amazing friend. I'm not losing you even after we're both dead." Her voice trailed off as Elvira stepped in front of her and out of the forest. "No matter what happens now... Promise me that you'll kill me when you die? I don't want to be killed like my mother, that looked so slow and painful."*

Isela gasped at the sight of Elvira's demon. "I hope you don't look like that once you die.. That thing is just so creepy." She whispered with a soft smile trying to make their situation a bit brighter. "What are we going to do? Wait? Run? Fight?"

Syr the troll like demon new better than to run right at the hunter. He knew what his master wanted. His job was to lure the hunter closer. A creepy laugh left the troll as he danced around in the snow his arms swinging everywhere a merry little demon, but in a quite demented way. It was if he was taunting Miles and the Hunter wasn't competition for him at all.

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Elvira pouted a little. She wasn't wanted. Did they have to be that brutally honest. Her head cocked to the side as she laughed a little. A bow, really? With a gentle nudge she guided Isela behind a tree. "Alright, you stand there. Away from the arrows sight. I'm going to go have some fun. My promise will be kept if you swallow one of my pills. They will take you away slowly, but not painfully. Stay hidden now." she sang a smile on her face as she handed her bag to Isela.

Laughing in amusement at Isela's comment Elvira went to work drawing the ground symbols she needed to open her mind to the vast amount of spells she knew. "We will wait Isela. If they come closer to the forest, they will be in my domain. Till than I will try to remember all the spells I know involving the cold. It all takes time sadly. You can fight if you want. But you will be best at protecting."

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Jordan muttered a few curse words. "Have fun!" he cheered his companion on before getting serious at his task at hand. How would he get to the witches now. "Such cold words..." muttered Jordan as he watched the small witch wondering what she could be doing and why he never got word of her.

Either way she was dangerous and he needed to get rid of her. Without hesitation he sent an arrow towards the small one. to fast for the demon thing to intercept fast enough. This was also a test to see how hard this would be for them.

Isela nodded, although her head peaked out from behind the tree as she quickly caught sight of the arrow. Just as it was to come close to Elvira she snapped her fingers and the wood burst into flames before turning to ash. Her eyes looked across the ice covered land to meet the hunters eyes in both horror, fear, and sadness. Some part of her also felt pity for the man. Would he ever know a truly wonderful life if he could not accept such a small thing like a witch? Was he not told all the children's tales of dragons and giants? Why were witches the ones to be feared?"

Isela's eyes were wide watching this male's every move. Every so often she glanced at Syr and the other hunter, just to see what was going on. Thankfully she could keep her focus on the man with the bow most of the time. "Elvira, I don't like this." She mumbled softly.

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Miles didn't move toward the creature. Instead he just stood his ground, unsure of how to fight the creature. When Jordan moved away he was there alone. This was facing death. He could clearly see the outcome of this ending it the witches favor. Although the short one had an unfair advantage over him.*

"Okay, so it's not unfair enough that you have magic, but now you're aloud to create another creature to fight for you? That's unfair. I don't have a second life to spare." Miles called loudly so the witch could hear him. "Why don't you come out here and fight me yourself? Or are you to afraid?" The hunter didn't let his eyes move from Syr, though he prayed his words distracted the little witch enough. The one hiding was important and Elvira seemed to know that, hence the reason she was out in the open while the other girl was not.*

Elvira smiled a little at the hunters word. "How is it unfair hunter? The reason that demon is around is because I sold my soul to the devil. Once I die I go to hell and that little guy there, well he just stripped me of a third of my life." she laughed amused by that fact. It didn't bother her, she did this to herself. Why get sad over her own choice? A deep breath escaped her small body as she turned to look at Isela. "Neither do I. Now stay behind that tree and keep burning those arrows. I'm going to confront the other." she said gently touching her friends arm reassuringly.

Knowing this was probably the stupidest thing she had ever done Elvira stepped out into the cold and walked to the demon. "Go back to hell my dear." she said placing her hand upon the demons head so he disappeared. "Happy? Am I still afraid in your eyes Hunter. Let us fight on even terms. You fight me a small frail girl with your sword and I'll use my magic." That sounded fair to her.

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Jordan became quite amused when he saw his arrow burn up. "Little witch knows what she is doing." he muttered a little annoyed that the companion was a witch. Had hoped it was merely a child kept hostage. Kind of glad he left her to Miles as he got miss poka-dots he got the soulless one. "Hey witch behind the tree. Are you planning to hide there all day and let your friend get hurt?" he asked trying to get her to move out from behind the tree.

Seeing as arrows wouldn't work he knew all he could do now was coax her out. Drawing his bow back he let a few more arrows of as he advanced. Cautiously taking every step. "Can you even fight witch?" he asked almost conversationally as he closed the distance between him and her. With a flex of his hand he moved towards is sword as he pulled the bow over his shoulders. Hopefully as long as the small one was distracted he could get past.

Isela quickly blocked Elvira, any arrow shot and coming within a five foot area of her would burn, while Isela herself hid behind the tree. She peaked her head out slightly to watch him. "I'm perfectly fine right here! She knows what she's doing. My name is Isela by the way. I'd prefer not to be called 'Witch."*

Isela stayed behind the tree where she felt safest, but snapped her fingers and a sword appeared behind her back. Again she didn't actually want to steal so instead Miles-who had been threatening Elvira with it stood shocked and empty handed. "Yes I know how to fight! I'm not stupid. Magic can't always protect someone from idiotic humans like you." Okay so her words weren't completely true but she put a spell on the blade to fight for itself. "I don't want to kill you.."

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Miles had been shaking his head. "No way! Unfair. Swords don't block magic." At that the heavy metal disappeared from his hands. "What did you do?! I thought we agreed fair fight! I want my sword back!" The boy exclaimed. "We'll have a sword fight- you against me. No magic, and I won't use height to my advantage. A fair duel. Just give me my sword back!"*

Miles was trying his best to keep her distracted, as soon as he had Miss. Pokadot then they'd both be running. "Can you work without magic? Or without your devil? They've always protected you before. Are you to weak to fight yourself? To afraid?" Okay, so some of his words were just to bother the witch and get her to fight normally, but he meant it.

Little Elvira just started laughing to the point she was in tears. She had never laughed that much in her life, the Hunter was hilarious to her. Love you Isela was the only thought that went through her mind when the hunters sword was gone. "Like I would do that! You are so cute when your defenseless and flustered." she said in a chipper tone seeing most of this as all a game. Not a serious life or death matter at all.

She soon got serious though knowing she needed to get to Isela soon and stop wasting time with this man. "You are an imbecile. Now turn around and you can live to see another day or choose to have me kill you in a horrible gruesome way." she said it with a smile. Her plan was to merely tie him up, hands together than tie them to his feet like you would a wild animal. "Oh, but I must enlighten you dear Hunter. Magic is quite taxing and that demon can't fight, he is merely a messenger boy. What I need he gets, nothing more. Too dangerous to summon a decent demon..." she explained like he was a complete moron lacking any brains.

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"That is so sweet of you, Isela however we want to kill you. Sorry, no way around it." He said only a few feet from the woods a little nervous now. Miles was without a sword and the witch now had the complete advantage over him. Didn't want his partner to die, that would be horrible. "Oh and this idiotic Human has a name, it is Jordan." he countered not even questioning why he was getting on first name bases with this witch.

Getting the sword completely unsheathed he stood right before the tree line. With a deep breath he took a step in and looked straight at the witch. "What do you say? We end this peacefully or do you want to fight?" he mused swinging the blade around and in position in front of him ignoring the other witch who would probably end attacking him too. Didn't have much faith in Miles at the moment.

"I really hate you." His eyes drifted past her and to the other witch. "What the hell! That's not fair! I want a fair fight!" He shouted, angered by the fact the other witch took his sword. "I want it back." Miles stated unhappily. "I am not defenseless! Or flustered! And I do not want to be called cute by a witch!"

"I don't honestly care about your stupid demon. It was just as ugly as you." He growled. Okay, so she actually wasn't ugly, but rather to beautiful to be real, still he knew she had to have no heart like that creature. "Well if magic is so taxing, why aren't we having a good fair fight, the old fashioned way? Hmm?" after pausing for only a moment he smirked slightly. "Besides, gruesome is my middle name."
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"Jordan- hmm. What an adorable name. Sounds like you couldn't hurt a fly!" She winked at him. "You know full well you're not here to kill me. You're here to take me back so they can kill me because I'm always causing so much harm to everyone else." Pausing for a moment she pulled the sword out in front of her, just in case he decided to attack while she was speaking. "I haven't left that house in years, besides to go visit my friend in the woods. I haven't come within spitting distance of any human since my mom's last boyfriend. Am I honestly creating a threat to society?"

She grabbed hold of her- Mile's- sword and held it up. "If I'm going to die- I'll die fighting for my life before I even think about just handing it away to a hunter!" At that the blade swung at him, it was glowing as it did so. Thankfully she knew she didn't have to worry about Elvira right this second, if anything, Elvira could kill the other hunter in seconds. "Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean I'm from hell. I do have a heart and soul, just like you." Not that he'd know the difference, but her sword was glowing in a golden tone which meant it was heaven helping her fight him. "I'm not the bad witch. Never have been." Isela was hoping to get him to stop fighting but, it probably wouldn't work.

"That is music to my ears hunter." she sang playing with one of her messy braids. "Not defenseless, sure... No weapon and against a witch. I could kill you any second. You should be thankful I find you cute." she stated amused by his outbursts. Elvira was like a brick wall, hard to push over or budge. Insults went through one ear and out the other is she desired it.

She laughed even harder now when he called her ugly, like she cared what he thought. They thought witches were horrible. She hadn't killed a single person that hadn't tried to kill her first. "Fine, fine. You are like a whiny little child..." she groaned, leaning down to pull two daggers from her boots that she morphed into swords. She tossed one into the ground near Miles, they were both exactly the same. Light and easy to swing. "We'll see about that. That is if you are too scared to touch an enchanted dagger." she laughed, getting a good grip on her sword, a little nervous but if worse came to worse she could destroy the sword.

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"Your existence is a threat and fills my pockets with money so I have nothing against you. Just doing my job as a hunter dear, and you just happened to be born a witch." Jordan was a rather docile man but he was lethal in battle. So he blocked her sword out of instinct and looked at it with raised eyebrows. Glowing, impressive. "Bad or good. People see you as a threat." he explained a little curious about her friend and why she was in the woods, but he had to concentrate on the fight. "Do you really know how to use a sword? Your grip is all wrong." he observed amused, figuring the sword was enchanted and he found it adorable.

So taking the situation to his advantage because the witch was pretty nice on the eyes, he closed the gap between them. Their bodies as close as possible with swords in the middle. "Well, now you have gotten into spitting distance of a human. How is it?" he mused always enjoying yanking someone's change or teasing him and she seemed perfect for it. "Lets see if you truly have a heart and soul now. I know one thing, your too beautiful to be from hell and your room was way too colorful." he said with a laugh remembering the poka-dots. No one would think it was a witches room. Part of him wanted to get to know this girl better and understand her more. Why she was like this and not like all the other witches he encountered.

He grabbed the sword and held it up to her. "It's still unfair." He stated pretending to lung forward at her. "How do I know it won't backfire and end up hurting me? Hmm?" He asked ignoring her whiny child comment and trying not to think about the fact she thought he was cute. Although he knew that the more he tried not to, the brighter pink his cheeks became.*

"Okay, lets go. Before I change my mind." Miles stated looking at her, but noticing over her head that Jordan seemed to be having way more luck with the other witch. Well- the other witch couldn't have been much of a witch at all, so it probably wasn't as hard. Miles kept telling himself he was still better than Jordan. At that point he did lung forward for real this time. The tip of his sword pointed right under her rib cage. It wouldn't actually kill her if it hit, he knew that would have to be done after. But it would be enough to injure*her enough to not be able to fight.
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The witch glared at him as he stepped closer to her. She held the sword tightly, it was trying to pull out of her hands and attack, but she couldn't. "If you have nothing against me why can't you lie and say I'm dead, so you get your money? Why can't I just give you the money?" Isela watched him, not sure how to feel with him almost touching her. She wanted to back away from him. Everything in her mind screamed to back away, but her body wouldn't let her.*

Her grip loosened on the sword. "How do you know what color my room is? Besides what does that matter? So what I'm creative and decorated my own room, that shouldn't change your opinion of me." His comment about her being pretty almost made her jump back as far as physically possible. "I really don't want to fight you, or let her kill you. Please just leave. I'll give you money, I won't go back into town, whatever it takes, just please leave." She pleaded with him, knowing full well it wouldn't work. "Jordan- I don't even know how to use half my powers. If I really wanted to I could stop using them at anytime and be normal. I didn't choose this!"*

"Well, lets see. The sword I'm holding is the exact same so if yours backfires, so will mine. Commonsense hunter. You wanted fair so I gave it to you." she explained in a dull tone not even hesitating, blinking or panicking when he took a lung towards her. "Can never please a child..." she muttered twirling the sword in her hand to get a feel of it. This was going to be an interesting fight and she knew it. She may of been small, but she could move quickly.

When he did lung at her a small cheer escaped the little angel, the Hunter did have some life to him and like always she fought with great precision. Escaping the edge of the sword only by a bit and left her with a thin cut. "Knew I shouldn't of made them so sharp." she laughed feeling the blood bead along the cut and slowly spill over. She knew better than to let it affect her and hesitate. Right after the contact of his blade she went straight for the counter. She was aiming for his stomach while his arm was outstretched from his lung at her. Using his attack to her advantage and her small size. "Going to have to do better than this cutie." she mused, almost taunting him.

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The hunter smiled at the witch amused by her statement. "If only I could, but you see I'm a man that hates lying and if I did that. Guess what? That would go against my morality. Plus I have to bring you to them alive. They will dispose of you how they wish like burning at the stake or hanging." he explained also watching her with quite the intensity. He was waiting for some excitement, to get a good fight out of the witch like Miles had just accomplished. He hoped the little witch wasn't too much for him.

"Than stop using them!" Jordan snapped at her. If she could why hadn't she already. Not like he really wanted to kill her or have his life ended by the other one. "Oh and I know the color of your room because I was in it. Had to find you somehow and you left an easily follow-able trail." he said his opinion not changing about her from that room, she was still a witch, it was just, odd. "Though we met a predicament the forest started attacking us. I'm guessing that was your friend though. Can't believe she is still standing after that." he growled still angry about that and was unwilling to leave empty handed. Jordan may of had somewhat of a heart but he was stubborn, so the witch had to be in his grasp.

Miles pulled back immediately and slid his sword under hers pushing it away. As he tried to step back he wobbled a bit and got a small cut, sort of like the witches. He looked surprised for only a moment. "Stop calling me cutie!" what did she think he was two?

"Your friend is the one we want, you really don't have to die. If you want to, just run right now. I won't come after you." He stated, holding his sword out and ready again. Miles eyes locked on her, if she ran he'd be quite happy, but if she didn't he would wait for her move. The man still didn't really plan on killing her right off, he didn't want to murder her. Instead he would just bring her back with the other witch and they could both die together. After all, then her life wouldn't have been on his hands.
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"I barely ever do use them! I can't just make them magically disappear, so would I really be considered any less of a witch without using them?" Isela asked somewhat annoyed. "If that was suppose to insult me, it didn't. I wasn't trying to cover my trail. After seeing my mother killed right before my eyes I didn't care. I just wanted to get out." As he spoke of the forest she stood there shocked. "No.. She couldn't have.. Elvira wouldn't, not without telling me.." Finally the witch just shook her head.

Holding the sword up she looked at him, only to start shaking and drop the weapon. "I can't. I can't fight you, I can't kill you." She whispered collapsing back onto the soft forest floor and curling her legs to her chest, looking up at him. "Just please don't kill her too. She doesn't live in the town..." Isela knew that Elvira wasn't going to be happy with her for giving up like she did, but her friend would have to deal with it. She didn't want to fight, no matter what the reason. "If I die, I'm dying with a clean slate. I'm not going to murder someone now and ruin it."

(sorry for the wait!!)

[{It is okay. Busy with finals.}]

"You tell me to run, but where would I run too. I have no home because of bastards like you... I'm a witch, I'm so horrible, hideous and grotesque. Like I would give into something impossible like that." her voice became edgy when she listened to the clattering of a sword on the ground and new it was Isela. How could she do that? Her mind screamed and her hands tightened around the sword she held the emotions bottled inside threatening to escape. With an outraged cry her body swiveled around to look right at Isela, Elvira had morals. Never give up till the end.

Unwilling to leave the only person she had in her life she tossed the sword on the ground allowing the magical connection sever. The strong demeanor she possessed disappeared and what stood was a young woman feeling betrayed knowing she was going to lose everything. "Guess you get what you want..." she muttered in spiteful anger. They would get paid for bringing them in and she would have her life ended. All she hoped was that Isela wouldn't regret her choice.

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"You seem to not know your friend very well. Risking her own life for yours and you throw yours away like this. Not that I mind." he spoke with a chuckle before tying the witch up. Amused at her plea for an impossible request of not killing her friend. Not matter what he did she would die. "You made a mistake than my dear, your friend will die either way. If she wasn't a witch I would grace you with that request. But alas I can not. Now get up." he ordered his demeanor changing. Work had to get done. Picking up Miles sword he nudged the witch with his foot.

He looked over at Miles. "Hurry up and tie that little demon up now that she is docile, this ones is already done." he called out to his comrade slightly annoyed at how easy this was and now they would be bring too rather beautiful girls to their deaths. Both seemed to not of done anything other than being born a witch.

Tears ran down her cheeks, as she looked at the ground. Elvira*wasn't ever going to forgive her. The dying part wasn't nearly as scary as the feeling alone part. Slowly Isela stood, but didn't dare look up. Elvira's face would be to much, her anger would make everything in Isela's mind worse. Finally she looked up to Jordan. "What if this was the other way around and you go killed for being a witch hunter. Would you find it fair to be taken away and killed off when you were born into the family and didn't get a choice?"

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Miles chuckled and dropped the weapon, reaching over to tie Elvira's arm's behind her back. "Funny, we were hunting her and you're the one who is actually the threat." He pushed her over to the other two and looked up. "So...walking? Or going to find another ride?" He asked knowing they wouldn't all fit on one.*

It did seem to be disappointing to Miles that the two young witches were just getting put to death. So many people would kill for their young perfect looks. No human could get that without a coating of make-up. "Can we have a little bit of fun with them before we turn them in? We don't wan't to waste them." The smirk on his face matched the sound of his voice.

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"Elvira--- I'm sorry." Isela managed to whisper causing more tears to fall. "I c-can-can't. It w-was to m-much.." She stumbled over the words, knowing her friend would have probably just said to run, or hide. But Elvira wasn't there and Isela couldn't have of killed the man. No matter what it wouldn't have happened.

(Sorry it's rather short compared to normal)

[{It is okay. You still gave me something to work with. I couldn't be happier}]

"I don't want to hear it!" Elvira snapped always having a troubles with her anger. When it was out it took her a while to reign it in. At the moment she couldn't keep it in, not while she was tied up and being taken to her death. "You could of at least defended yourself!" her voice wavered as her face paled, the strain on her body was beginning to show. She couldn't even muster up a snappy remark at Miles, instead she kneeled there trying to regain her energy.

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Jordan looked over at Miles with a raised eyebrow ignoring the Isela now that she was tied up. "We walk my companion. Not much need to get anywhere quickly while we have them." he said pulling them both to their feet and pushing them forward. Would rather enjoy walking with such pretty girls. They were all tied up and defenseless so he was happy.

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Partially listening to Isela she also had the hunters voices in her head. No matter how hard she tried she would always be a fighter. "You touch me or Isela I swear I'll find a way to castrate the both of you!" her voice growled glaring at Miles, not knowing Jordan's answer, she wouldn't take any chances. Would take death over whatever he was planning and she wasn't going to allow either to get to Isela.

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"If you can tame that, go for it Miles." he spoke with a chuckle looking over the witch he tied up but shook his head. He shouldn't no matter how pretty they were. Like he could ever fall for a witch, he hunted them and he needed to keep that mentality. If he broke that now he didn't know if he could go back. "I like to keep all the parts of my body attached. Didn't think she would stay docile for long."

Isela*tried her hardest not to cry. Sure Elvira had every right to be mad at her, but still. "I couldn't! I don't know how!" She finally cried out stopping where they had began to walk and collapsing to the ground with hiccupy sobs. Why couldn't Elvira just run? She'd make it and go back to the tree in the woods. Isela couldn't run forever. Besides, her mother was gone. The only family she had left. What point was there to run. Nothing good could come to it. *

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Miles laughed slightly and pushed Elvira forward. Sure, he wouldn't do anything horrible, didn't mean he couldn't tease her a bit. The boy slipped his arm over her shoulders. "I think you're filled with a bunch of empty threats." He whispered in her ear.*

Miles did so enjoy tempting girls and messing with their feelings. Normally what happened was he would get what he wanted and leave almost as quick as he came. Being who he was, this left girls heartbroken for weeks at a time. Which made it all the more fun to Miles, after all, what more to boost your confidence than girls crying over you?

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Isela tried to burry her head in her legs but couldn't do that very comfortably. Instead she just sat there, tears pouring down her cheeks. Her eyed began to grow read and puffy, as her whole body shook. "I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU!" Isela finally cried out, not really completely sure who that was aimed to. At the last I hate you, all the anger she had been holding in came out, as her hands lit on fire causing the rope to burn off, but She didn't let anyone else see that and glared up at them. She had a plan.

Elvira wondered if she had gotten it through to Isela yet that she wouldn't accept the words 'I can't' or 'I couldn't.' Never had she believed in giving up but for her only friend and the closest thing she had for family she was giving it all up. Would vocalize her anger though, if there was a beginning there was always an end. She would make the end be in her favor. So she partially listened to Miles before she looked over at him with a smile. "Here is a threat for you, don't mess with a witch." she whispered back in his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek, only this kiss would burn him if he didn't move away fast enough.

Though her head turned to Isela when she started screaming 'I hate you' it wasn't depressing in her eyes, it was a light. Something that brought her happiness, she never deemed her friend to be so, weak. Isela wouldn't be able to handle that she was being dragged off to her death with her. Why she didn't run. Anger could be a beautiful thing if used for the right reasons. Elvira needed to work on that, she was angry too much.

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"Wow Miles going after another girl ignorant to your ways..." he rolled his eyes. He viewed those girls crying over him and it just disgusted him. Why he always attempted to cheer them up again. So the sobs and cries really bothered him, he would of wanted to comfort her minus the fact he had to take her to her death.

With a furrowed brow he followed from behind muttering curses to himself and ignoring the everyone in front of him. Knew the little witch could handle herself, didn't seem too fond of Miles in his eyes. Like he would know that, he just made assumptions. "Why does this always happen..." he snapped going nuts from her cries. He let out a frustrated cry of his own dragging his stead along with him.

"Umm.." Miles started before jumping away from her and touching his cheek. "What the hell!" He exclaimed angrily, reaching over and shoving her forward. "Keep walking." He hissed, through barred teeth.*

No Witch was going to make him feel inferior. Miles was better than her. That's all that mattered. Of course he didn't have magic, which made being best harder. Everyone had to love him though, he rid the town of their worst fear, right? Although he never really understood why witches became so hated.

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Isela waited on the ground long enough for Jordan to be closer, and to stop crying. Having Elvira angry with her, made the girl realize something. Right now, her life mattered. If she had to kill someone to keep it that way, so be it. Isela stood, without a word, getting over to Elvira's side. Thankfully Miles had already slowed his speed to wait for Jordan. "I have an idea." She mumbled softly in the girls ear.

After a moment she began to whisper a few things to Elvira. None to important incase they could hear. "I have to go to the bathroom, and I'm not gonna be able to hold it to much longer... But since I'm tied up I'll need Elvira's help too..." This seemed like a logical excuse to have to travel a short bit away and have a moment to talk.

"Aw, did I hurt your pride." Elvira mused when she got shoved forward and told to keep walking. what caught her attention next got her excited if she could she would of hugged Isela right there. This change in her was the most warming thing today. First though she had to find a way to get Miles to allow them both to go. Hopefully he was prideful, would enjoy ripping it apart more.

With a mischievous smile she looked back at Miles a look she was going take a stab at him again. "Darling, will you not let me go. I can stay though, I know you love my company." she cooed in full mockery praying it would anger him so much he would her to go just to get her away. She could keep it up all day and couldn't wait till Isela's plan.

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Jordan was willing to get them out of his hair, Isela's crying had gotten on his nerves and honesty Elvira frightened him. He wondered what Miles saw in her, he would choose the taller witch over the smaller one any day. so in a drauled tone and a wave of his hand he gave them the okay. "Just go before I change my mind..."

When Miles finally joined him while he pulled his mount along he looked over at his partner before laughing. "Looks like you got shot down. Have a little respect towards that little one now. Good luck!" he said with a big grin as enjoying picking on Miles, it was so easy, he left himself open for it. Had to give him some respect for being able to recover so easily.

Miles unhappily glared at the little witch. "Fine. Whatever, just shut up when you get back here or it's not going to happen again. "Five minutes, or we're coming in after you, understand?" He absolutely couldn't stand that witch saying another word to him. No one said no to him. Not ever, no matter how much they hated him.

He glanced over to Jordan with his chin tilted up. "I didn't get shot down. She just realizes I'm to good for her." Miles stated snottily. Sure, Jordan was his friend, but being a jerk to him was perfectly fine. Especially when he was trying to hurt Miles pride. No one did that, without getting hurt in the end.

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Isela looked back and nodded a thanks before elbowing Elvira and running off into the woods. Once they were far enough away she slipped the rope off her hands. "Elvira, what do I do? How do I fight him?" She whispered desprately looking to her friend. "I don't want to die."

After a moment she walked over behind her friend and started to untie the rope from her wrists. "If I die now, I won't ever be able to see you again. So what's the point of dying. I mine as well kill him if it comes down to that. In which case I could go to hell with you." Isela had been thinking the whole walk, trying to think of a way to fight them. "They won't expect us to come back ready to fight..not after I was just crying anyway."

A smile played across her lips before she laughed and ran after Isela with perfect grace even though her arms were poorly tied behind her back. The plan finally vocalized, Elvira thought it over. "I guess, I can't hid it anymore I find that Miles guy rather refreshing in an amusing way. So why not skip the killing and make them our captives?" she spoke thinking it was a beautiful idea as she inspected the rope that bound her hands. It was strong and she would enjoy tying Miles up with it.

"I don't want to die yet, let blood touch your hands and never will I allow you to go to he'll with me. I just want you to be happy and living your life to it's fullest. Not throwing it away like I did." she explained herself while she magically produced another rope and enchanted both of them. If they struggled they tighter they would become and slowly wind around the prisoners whole body. She just couldn't stop at the tightening, wanted some fun. "Perfect. Now all we need to do is show up behind the hunters and get the rope around them, it can do the rest of the work of binding their bodies." she cheerfully said listening to Miles command of not speaking when she returned.

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Jordan rolled his eyes at Miles not affected by his attitude at all. Got use to it being around him for so long now. "Whatever you need to say to make your ego feel better. I'm still going to be cheering the little witch on. I can just see it, you break her heart and than she kills you. No lesson learned." he spoke in a haughty tone getting pay back for Miles speaking like that too him. What worried him more was having both the witches out of sight, the little one still creeped him out and he worried that the pretty one would run.

"What is taking them so long...." he complained even though it had only been about two minutes. He wanted to get to the next village before nightfall so he could sleep and not worry about watching a pair of witches. The thought sent a chill down his spine and he gripped the reins of his mount a little tighter. At least his mount was kind to him and he was glad to have him with.

Miles growled at him sighing slighty. "I really hate you right now." He stated looking over to his friend. "Besides which, I'd kill her right after I broke her heart. No use for her after that, and getting cash for her would be perfectly okay with me." At that he nodded with a smile. Miles was what most people would say he was a heartless jerk, with absolutely no feelings what so ever.

"So what about that pretty one? She's perfect for you. No reason for her to try and kill you. Actually I believe she would do absolutely anything you said once she trusted you." Miles stated thinking about his friend, and wondering when the last time he had a girlfriend was. Well not a girlfriend, but someone who would do more than hug him and hold his hand. Miles lived off of either killing a witch or contact with woman.*

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Isela reached out and pulled her small friend into a tight hug. "I love you...." She paused for a second. "Not in the I wanna make out with you kind of way though. But like you're my older sister watching out for me." This made her smile happily and hug her friend tightly before pulling back away from her and nodding. "Let's do this." Isela put her finger to her lips and whispered something, they're footsteps wouldn't be heard now.*

As she began to walk she looked out of the forest, and smiled back to Elvira. She had to admit that Jordan was sort of cute, and at first he wasn't actually mean to her. "Ready?" She mouthed stepping out behind Jordan and throwing the rope around him and pulling it tight. As she did so the enchantment took over and did the rest.*

Awkwardly Elvira patted Isela's back, her way of returning the hug. "You speak too much." was her only comment with a slight chuckle, ruined a perfectly good moment by elaborating on what she meant. One thing was for sure Elvira was extremely excited to turn this situation over in their favor, she was going to torture Miles. Like she would of let him get close to her In her eyes falling in love was in possible for her, for the fact she lacked commitment skills. Rather be free than tied down by someone.

With twinkling laugh Elvira slid the rope around Miles letting it do the rest of the work. Until he was secure did she attempt to swipe Miles legs out from under him she wanted him on the ground where she could happily sit upon him. "Are my threats empty now Hunter? I have to admit you look a lot better tied up." Her voice was filled with amusement and a superior air. She would break his heart before he got to hers.

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"I'm not like you Miles, I don't use woman. You'll get what is coming to you sooner or later..." he spoke not realizing how relevant his words were and before he knew he felt something tight coiling around his body. "What the he-" he was cutoff as he fell to the ground face first. The struggling had allowed the ropes to wind around his legs and he was utterly shocked to realize he couldn't get away. he let out an angry cry.

Laying there in the snow he sighed cursing. "Knew we shouldn't of trusted them..." he muttered out loud to himself but he was kind of glad to see Miles getting abused by a woman he planned on hurting. It was an ill idea to play with girls hearts. They were quite the scary species, with strong emotions. Emotions he chose not to get involved in.