Adventures In AAA With Fionna and Marshall Lee [original]

Secret Protections & Lost Causes

The wound I had not-so-deeply inflicted onto the left side of Magic Woman was gone now. The yellow powder though, no matter how many seconds I sat and watched the witch try, could not heal her torn finger's flesh or severed bone.

Only smoke appeared each time she tried, and yes, she tried many times - yelling curses at me all the while she sat on the floor like a mother who had just lost her dearest child.

I watched this in disgust yet I considered myself to be righteous. So yes, of course I would wait until the mess of a woman had picked herself back up before I aimed my sword at her once again.

"Get up, lady." I grumbled, more annoyed at the pain stabbing in my chest each time I inhaled, or the pounding in my broken nose, than the pitiful sight of the wallowing woman at my feet. Nevertheless, I wanted to get this over with.

"I said get up." I growled, hitting her over the head with the flat side of my blade. From under the mess of graying hair that sprawled across her head, her eyes glinted up at me with a menacing purpose.

I was readying my guard, lifting my sword, and preparing for attack when-

BAM

I was slammed not only onto the wall this time, but through it. The top half of my body shattered through a window while the bottom half collided with the wooden wall, ultimately breaking past.

I could feel the blood running down the sides of my face, over my ears, and down my neck, all before I could feel any real pain. I laid limply on the ground. Being a human, there was only so much I could take before I had to rest.

My lungs flailed within my body at an abnormal speed and pace, trying desperately to refill themselves with much needed oxygen. My eyes watered as the pounding of my head didn't help with the already serious problem.

"Well well. So cocky before, weren't you? I don't need two hands to fight, I have more power in my pinkie than you have in your whole, tiny, human body." Magic Woman boasted, flapping her fingerless right hand and letting spots of her blood scatter over my face.

A pang of guilt shot through my chest. I was guilty - of what, I wasn't sure. Maybe being too naïve, too childish as to think that waiting on an opponent to gather their strength before aiming at them was okay. It wasn't okay, it was an idiotic way of thinking, and I knew that now.

Sometimes you have to learn things the hard way, as Cake would say.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out before pouncing up with my sword in hand, driving it deeply into the stomach of the unsuspecting witch.

A small gurgle erupted from her throat before the color red lined her usually nude lips. At any other time, had I not felt my own blood pouring out of me, had I not started to become dizzier with every passing second, had I not been fearful for my own life, I would have smiled.

Yes, driving my sword into this beast of a woman, hearing her choke on her own blood and suffer for the suffering she has caused me, I would have not only smiled, but laughed. My mind worked in a twisted way, I suppose, but it was the truth. Hurting her felt good.

My shaking hands shoved the blade deeper into her skin, my own breath matching hers as I panted from the anticipation, the thrill. She, on the other hand was panting for air, for words to form a spell, or somehow manage a cry for help. As I dared to edge the blade even deeper, not yet breaking through to the other side of skin, the witches left hand flicked about wildly, creating an odd pattern in the air.

I knew an attack was about to come so I braced myself for it. Only, I didn't think the attack would be this life threatening, this menacing.