Watching each other with a certain caution, the two sorceresses' stopped at a stand still.
"Rumina, I should have known. It has much too long." Maeve snorted.
Rumina's lucid smiled grew wide, "I have been waiting for this for a long time peasant witch."
Bright and luminous light crashed with a violent thunder as the two women circled around each other. Carefully plotting each step, neither one took their eyes off the other.
"You have grown much since our last rendezvous!" Rumina called out to the fiery Celtic, "No matter! You soon will be mine!"
"Over my dead body, Rumina!" Maeve hissed.
"That's precisely what I was planning!" Rumina scrunched her nose as she quickly threw a second bolt that hit Maeve square in the chest. Crumpling to the ground, Maeve lost consciousness. Rumina chuckled as she strolled over to Maeve's body.
"I just don't play fair." She spoke a loudly as she pulled a vial out from her robe. Uncorking it, she spoke a few enchantments before pouring the liquid on Maeve's limp body. As the liquid reached Maeve's body, it took form and covered her entire body, turning from a bright orange to a deep blue. Rumina smiled as she chanted again. The liquid then receded back to the vial where Rumina capped it before placing it carefully in her robe again.
"There, there, there, everything will be just fine, baby sister." Gleefully giggling, she took a deep breath before transporting herself and Maeve off the small island.
TBC...