Face the Witch

You decide to go for the witch. Surely you can handle a one on one fight. You take the right hallway, coming around the turn full-speed, but the sight that greets you stops you suddenly in your tracks.

Completely naked and staggering through the halls- covered from head to toe in scratch marks and bruises- it's the little witch from the jail room that you had left for dead.

As soon as she sees you, this young meek woman that you've seen submit and be pushed around at all times stood firm, with fists clenched and teeth grit. You enter a similar stance, ready for the confrontation, knowing damn well that you can take a scrawny girl that's shorter than even you.

"Everyone here... pushes me around..." the girl pants. "But YOU..." Her face fumes red as she speaks, approaching you.

'I... am a WITCH." She says. "And I will NOT be humiliated by the likes of you." She raises both arms, lighting a burning flame in the palm of both of her hands. You can see the fire spread to her eyes, and even change the shape of her hair.

You brandish your knife, but as it meets the girls swing, it simply melts like butter. She throws another punch, which you tuck and quickly dodge, and then a third, that you catch in your own hand- your mistake is obvious immediately as you recoil back with a shout, your own hand now boiling from the touch.

As you step back, she now thrusts both arms forward, palms out- shooting a gust of flame from both. You flinch, but it fails to hurt you at all, which encourages you- until you look down and see the harmless flames eating through your robe effortlessly.

Now battered, losing, and nude, you begin to back up, feeling the most fear you've felt in this entire adventure at the hands of this meek woman. She lurches forward with a leg, sweeping your feet out from under you. You land on your side, and then roll in pain onto your stomach, your ass up and now feeling the cold air as the girl laughs.

Before you come to your senses, you feel her wrapping something around your head- the muzzle you'd left her with earlier. You writhe and resist, but it's too late. The witch grabs a handful of your hair, and begins to pull you through the hall, marching angrily as she goes. Some demons are passed by, but not even they are willing to interfere with the banged up and nude woman. Still, you lose count of how many pairs of eyes drink up your exposed form.

This would be a brutal walk of shame, if you weren't being dragged. It's time to answer to Mother.