Roman and Jey were standing way back with a pair of binoculars each. The house was up on a cliff. Nothing but dirt and grass were on the path leading up to it. They had to stand way back where there actually seemed to be some sort of life growing with trees and bushes.
"I don't like this," Jey said.
"Me neither," Roman said.
"Witch of the air. She's gonna choke us out if she gets the chance," Jey said.
"So let's not give her the chance," Roman said.
Roman held up his gas mask in front of Jey's face. Both men grinned. Jey turned to look up the hill again while Roman rolled his left shoulder. It was really starting to get bad. He didn't care if he was marked and had to live with the pain for the rest of his life. The witches would die, and that was all that mattered to him.
"She's outside," Jey said.
Roman looked through his binoculars again and saw the woman standing on the cliff. Her dress was knee long and light grey. Her hair was white, and her eyes were sky blue. She turned around and looked out in the horisont. Roman watched as her dress danced in the wind.
"Euphemia," he said. "Are you ready?"
"Let's kill the witch," Jey said.
They dropped the binoculars and put on their gas masks. They started walking up the cliff with their daggers in their hands. When they were closing in on her, she turned around with a smirk on her face.
"And then there were two," Euphemia said.
"Soon only one," Roman said.
"You're right about that," Euphemia said.
"You can't stop us from breathing," Jey pointed at his gas mask.
"What makes you think I can't squeeze the air out of your lungs?" Euphemia asked.
"Roman?" Jey asked lowly.
"She can't," Roman said. "You can't. Try it. Fucking try it."
She raised her hands quickly and both men took a step back in fear but nothing happened.
"I told you," Roman said. "Let's dance, witch!"
Roman started powerwalking towards Euphemia. She still had her hands raised. He suddenly felt like the air in his lungs was getting less and less.
"I can't?" Euphemia taunted. "Oh no, I can. Stay there and watch what else I can do."
Roman fell to his knees. He placed a hand on his chest and heaved for air. He pulled the gas mask off to try and get some air. It didn't work. He watched as she started a whirlwind with her other hand. The whirlwind passed him and touched his left shoulder, making him hurt even worse than before.
No matter how hard he tried, he didn't have the air to stand up and fight her. All he could do was watch as the whirlwind lifted Jey up and threw his screaming cousin off the cliff. She turned around to watch Jey fall down. It felt like Roman's lungs were released when she found it more amusing to see Jey fall to his death. Roman took a deep breath, got up on his feet and ran towards her. He planted his dagger into her back, piercing her heart from behind, and watched as she fell to the ground. He ran to the cliff and looked over it.
"Jey!" He yelled. "Please! Say something!"
The only thing he got back was the sound of the wind blowing. He knew Jey was gone. He turned back to Euphemia and pulled his dagger out of her back before rolling her over so he could look at her.
"Fucking witch!" He gritted his teeth. "I made a promise to take you all down, and I fucking well will make good on that promise. There's only your crappy earth sister left. She'll go down, and I'll fucking lick her blood off my blade afterwards."
He groaned when his left shoulder started hurting again. It felt even worse than before. He rolled it a couple of times and then spat down on her corpse.
"You all deserve to die," he said.