The witches were disguised as beautiful women. The perfect rendition of a man's dreams. With wavy curves, each woman laughed and flaunted themselves in an exotic display. A brunette, a blond and a redhead. Though a beautiful sight to behold, Hansel knew the whole display reaked of sorcery. He lifted his rifle, aimed and shot. The blessed bullet pearced right in to the head of the blonde and her head exploded from the magical shot. The other two witches hissed in alarm and immediatley took on their normal form.
Hansel stepped out of the darkness. "Hey, sorry I rained on your freak show." As he neared the witches who were the most hideous and horrific witches he had ever seen, he recoiled. "Whoa! Now I'm really sorry I rained on your freak show. You ladies are fucking ugly! Damn!" His blue eyes lit up with cockiness. "Oh did I mention your hocus pocus bullshit doesn't work on me? You may be catcalling all the pricks in town but all I want to do is give you some morning wood and a little fire crotch."
The witches looked at each other. One appeared scaley and even had a tongue that whisked in the air as a snake did when smelling the air. The other looked like an old corpse whom had been dead for centuries and all that remained was dry and wrinkled skin.
Hansel realized that it may not have sounded how he meant. "As in...burn you at the stake."
The witches howled and hissed.
"Or this will have to do." He raised his rifle and aimed at the witch that appeared lizard like. The other quickly shot past him, knocking him to the ground and his shotgun out of reach.
"I see how it is." Hansel jumped to his feet. "Wanna play rough before the real fun begins?"
The scaly skinned witch had collected her wand made of moss and twigs. She aimed it Hansel and he dunked out of the way. The other witch chuckled as her wand turned to a dagger and tackled Hansel to the ground. Hansel had to hand it to her, for being an old witch she sure was strong. Her dagger inched closer to his heart as one hand grasped her wrist, slowing her procession while the other reached for his waist. Unable to free the pistol from his waist clasp he turned the barrel facing the witch's thigh. The witch was taken off guard and held back a moment. Long enough for Hansel to gain more control. He grabbed the witch by her hair, wrapping his wrist in her long tangles.
"It's my pistol. Promise." He winked at the witch just before pulling the trigger. The witch flinched as a blessed bullet ripped in to one side of her leg, out the other and then exploded in to her stomach.
Hansel pushed himself up with his arms, knocking the corpse witch to the side. The lizard like witch shifted uncomfortably as she had been sure her sister witch had control. When she realized just how dire her situation was she immediately fled.
"Oh no you don't!" Hansel grumbled as he took off after her.