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Characters: The Witch of the Candy House
Open? Yep
Where: Two Faced Forest
When: RH4 [or really, any other day if you wanna backdate]
What: In the Forest is a candy house, and a cranky old witch who wants these dang heroes to get the hell off her lawn!

Deep in the Two Faced Forest, next to a lake of impossible clarity sits a small candy house. Walls made of gingerbread, decorated with hard candy that magically stays unmelted in the sun, it's picturesque and inviting. Care to knock on the door? Or just have a nibble of the gingerbread? Either way, take great care. The witch is not known for her good nature...

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"You've challenged a witch when you have barely any magic of your own," the hag pointed out with a snort. "Unless you wish death, I can't think of much stupider things you could have done."

"Just shut up!" She snapped, crossing her arms in a huff. She could already see that she was outclassed here and while it would be a blow to her ego, she was smart enough to see that she should get out of there before anything worse happened. Clearly this was a battle that would take much more planning.

The witch cackled, grinning. "Or what? Show me what you're made of girl, else I'll turn you to gingerbread!"

Gretel gritted her teeth, taking off to the left and shooting out another jolt of fire. She didn't expect it to hit. She just wanted to woman to stop laughing at her.

With another wave of her cane, the Witch rose up, hovering above the glut of flame. "You did better before, double your attacks, never give them time to recover!" she cackled as the arc of fire curved and started back towards Gretel.

Gretel stood her ground, countering the fire with a jet of water. Taking the witch's advice, she then threw out another shot of water, freezing it and turning it into ice shards.

"Better!" the witch cackled, reaching out to gather the attack into her hand, a swirling mass of water ice and fire. "C'mon, give it everything now, all at once! Show me what your anger can do, girl!"

Gretel obliged, sending bolts of fire, water and ice in rapid succession aiming at different points of the witches body. After half a dozen she stopped, panting. She was running out of stamina for this.

Slowly, the witch descended, looking rather amused. The tip of her hat was slightly singed and the backdrop of her garden drenched, toasted and frozen.

"Not bad for a little slip of a girl."

Gretel hurmphed loudly, but looked a little pleased behind her stubborn frown. "I told you."

"Don't get too cocky." There was a mean smirk as the witch gestured, a ball of fire growing in her palm.

Gretel steeled herself for the inevitable attack, wand raised in front of her chest. "I'm not. I just knew you were underestimating me."

"Don't think I'm fool enough to do that." The fireball continued to grow. "What will you do now? Have any energy you haven't spent, hrmm? Let's see...."

And with an almost lazy motion she lobbed the flame at the girl.

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