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Ophelia set foot into the open field outside of Clarus Arbor. She clutched a hand-written note in her fist, which spelled out her mission to defeat the witch eater spotted near the village. Taking a deep breath, she materialized her scythe and swung it a few times to get used to the motion. The reaper still wasn't confident in her offensive abilities, but hoped she could weaken the witch eater enough for that not to matter. Humming to warm up her voice a bit, she scanned the fields for sight of the witch eater.


((Each player has 5 HP, first to zero loses, though not necessarily dies. Randomize 1-3, 1 being a miss, 2 being a hit, 3 being a critical hit. Each hit knocks off 1 hit point, and a critical knocks off 2.

Intro posts roll 1-10, higher number strikes first

LOL I GUESS VAMPS GOES FIRST xD))

As the blade whirled, Emelia, wasn't going to waste anytime. She certainly wasn't going to let herself be taken down this day! "What brings you out here girlie?" A cruel smile was on her face as the witch eater raised a chunk of the earth, levitating it in the air before sending it the reaper. "Not here for lil ol' me I hope?"

Many things had their place in battle, and flowers were not one of them. Yet as there were crushed and trampled, Emelia felt more sorry for them then she did the reaper. "And just what have I done that warrants a fi-AUGH!" Clutching her head, a noise rattled her, and she groaned trying to fight it off. Why the hell couldn't she move? More then that, why couldn't she-

The scythe got her, and the pain was quick. "b***h!" This was just why she should have stayed inside today. Grabbing a leaf, she sent it at her opponent, the tiny thing acting like small throwing knife.

4/5 HP

Scrambling the scythe narrowly missed it's mark, and Emelia could feel the magic begin to fade. "Wrong? Wrong? Oh you mean eat a witch's heart, do what is only natural for my kind?" This was why majin were better then humans. They didn't just kill for the sake of it. "We don't chose to be what we are. Those of use who become witch eaters?"
Grabbing a weed, she plucked a thorn, casting the same magic as before, tossing the plant like blade at the reaper. "We just stopped pretending to be something we're not."

(4/5)

Emelia glared and huffed in smug satisfaction at the reaper's retreat. She had won this fight, and her ego was blossoming. In fact, looking down at the flowers around her she cast a small spell, and the flowers began to unfurl early; the magic hastening them along. "I am a majin." She pick up a flower twirling it in her fingers. "I ate a heart and did what was only natural for me. For my kind. To condemn me for this simple fact is like killing the wolf for slaying the sheep. It is our way."

Arms crossed, she dared the reaper to come at her again. "If some wolves want to pretend to be sheep, I say let them, but don't be surprised when wolves do what they are born to do."

Emelia waved her off. "Please, a wolf is cunning. They know when to strike, how to herd the sheep, pick the right targets, how to work to bring down the strong." That grim smile. "As for sharing food? You think it's so simple? You are the food for us. The source we need. Perhaps a better comparison might be cattle."

Walking up to the reaper, Emelia stood just out of the weapon's reach. "If I didn't have control ...then why haven't I just killed you or eaten your heart already?" Her laughter bubbled up, pink eyes judging the reaper, the witch eater's head and ego flaring up.

Emelia was a flighty thing, but more then that she was determined to make a point, as self delusion as it was. She was the witch eater after all, the big terrible monster that all need to fear. A notion and illusion she really thought was more suited for others. Like reapers. Now those..they were real monsters in her eyes.

"Well consider what we just spoke about control. I kill you they send a stronger reaper, thinking I'm nothing more than a violent heart hungry majin. I let you live? You, a weak little thing I could have killed yet I let you walk away? What message does this send? I'm a dangerous criminal, oh well, that is a matter of opinions now isn't it?" Her grin was wide, and for a moment her lip twitched.
"No, letting you live, letting you go shows I'm more then a beast. I'm the wolf that herds the sheep. And you've strayed from your flock." A hand waved in dismissal. "Now go on, shoo. If you really do want a simple answer on why I didn't kill you though?" She giggled.

"It's more fun this way."

Emelia shrugged and pulled out the ribbon in her hair. "Who ever they send, I'll just fight. And win, naturally." As she tied her hair back up, the witch eater didn't react too much, seeming to have gotten bored.

"It's all metaphorical." An eye roll was given before a scrowl was darkening Emelia lips. "Stars and suns, you think you get off saying I can't lump all humans into one block? that calling you food when really, that is a simple fact of one attribute of what you can be?" Pink eyes narrowed. "Then take your own advice. Don't lump all majin as the same. Some want to live side by side I let them. They only stave off the inevitable. Majin and humans are as different as night and day. Did you ever stop to think that some of us majin regret? That we don't wish different fates for ourselves? That some witches might have-" She cut herself short, pain flickering in her eyes.

"You call me selfish?" The look she gave the reaper was one of regret. "No, to let myself die after what I did would be selfish."

With that, wings unfurled, and the witch eater took to the sky, no longer wanting to talk.