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Chapter 28 by Cantalope Cantalope

Do you try to engage her? Trick her?

You've got this.

Nothing can be gained in life without taking a few risks. You quietly slip into the water, riding the current like some strange water weed. Come to think of it you should probably pay your water-based cousins a visit, they'd always sent you a card on your birthday.

Sidling up beside the oblivious witch you plan your attack:
Should I go for the legs? Or the wand? Hm...wand. Definitely. What if she has some kind of enchantment to prevent disarmament? You bounce thoughts back and forth as you consider the witch. Hugh...this was going to be rough whatever you do. Witches were notorious wildcards with a penchant for destruction. Well, at least you probably didn't have to worry too much about her defenses. Eventually you decide just to drag her into the water, where she'd be the most helpless. With any luck, she'd need to speak to activate her spells.

You line yourself up...and lunge! A dozen of your tentacles whip out at the witch, going for her wand, her legs, and her throat...and pass right through her. Oh, SHIT. The air to the left of you ripples as the real witch releases her camouflage, the illusion dissipating in your grasp. You try to correct yourself but aren't nearly as fast as she is, "CONFLAGRATA!" your previously soaked skin ignites in a mighty WOOSH and the cold water suddenly boils. ARGH! You flail about, managing to beat out the fire but also end up on the path facing the witch. You reach for her, desperately trying to-"DESECRE!" Your already crisped flesh crumbles as all the water in your body is abruptly removed. How...? The witch continues muttering under her breath, sustaining the spell as you shrivel to a tiny fraction of your size and disintegrate into dust, carried on the wind...


Ouch. That was probably one of the most unpleasant deaths you'd ever experienced. And you'd died a lot. POP! You appear back in the canyon, just a little flower, rooted in place. Awaiting **** at the hands of another party of heroes. You flop back on the ground. You're not letting yourself get angry, you're not letting yourself get-toolate-FUUUUUUUUUUU...

BAD END.

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