Twenty-three - Willow's Weakness
"Axe?" Willow sneered, "Not gonna cut it."
Warren staggered back.
"Oh…Oh Yeah? DEN EAT DIS!" he snarled, peppering her body with crossbow bolts.
Willow rolled her eyes.
"Yeah. Kinda tickles."
"Um…Ooookay." Warren whipped out an Uzi and open fired. "Hahahaha! Godcha NOW!"
Willow yawned.
"Nope."
Warren's flamethrower bathed the witch in fire. "Um…durn ditch durn?"
An unharmed Willow smirked as she blew out the flame still flickering on her finger.
"Bored now."
"Oh crap!" Desperately Warren threw something at her.
Willow caught it and smiled.
Then she froze.
"Ribbit." the frog she held croaked up at her.
"EEEEEEE!!!" Willow screamed.
