Thirty-nine – Willow's Turn
Dark magic crackled along Willow's fingers.
"My turn." she hissed.
Warren shrank back.
"N-no please! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" he babbled desperately. "Please! D-Don't do this! You-you're powerful like-like the Force! B-But you can still turn from the Dark Side! And-"
"Excuse me?" Willow looked incredulous. "Are you comparing me to Star Wars?"
"Uhhhh…maybe…?"
Willow narrowed her eyes.
Then she smiled.
"Actually…kinda liking that idea…"
Suddenly the ground split open and Warren found himself dangling below a smoking pit.
"Ahhhh! WTF?!?"
"Remember 'The Empire Strikes Back', Warren?" Willow taunted. "Remember what they did to poor ol' Han Solo?"
She grinned evilly.
"Wanna role-play?"