Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
A/N: This and all my other stories are probably going to updated a little to much less frequently now depending on the amount of time I have, sorry.
A/N2: The first part of the story was from Derek's POV but the rest is going to be from Stiles's POV.
Stiles looked at the door in front of him for a moment, there was some nice workmanship in it, it was almost a shame that he was about to break it down...almost. He reared back his leg and kicked the door. He winced at the pain since it was a bit heavier then the doors he was used to kicking down but down it still went.
He quickly took his .22 caliber handgun out of his ankle hostler and gripped it in his left hand. He took a throwing knife out of one of the several pockets that lined his coat and put into his right hand. He had practiced a lot over the years and his left arm was nearly the same in accuracy as his right hand was. He looked down what appeared to be a long hallway with several doors on the sides of it. The hallway had hardwood flooring that shined slightly reflecting the light shining on it from the domed lights on the ceiling.
Stiles made his way swiftly into the house before the witches came to meet them. He opened the door closest to him and found it to be a bedroom, his eyes took in the bed, and drawers, since there was no people in it he immediately dismissed it. He turned to the next door without closing the first one because he had to find them as soon as possible. The next door was the same story, only it smelled funny like incense or something similar. It didn't matter though, no one was in there which meant that the room was inconsequential.
He moved onto the next room, opened the door and saw that this was obviously some sort of spells or rituals room due to the strange, herbs, sigals, and mystical objects around the room. However his focus was on the thing in the room that he had never seen before it all his years and with the all the witches he had dealt with. It was kind of like a mist, only it was green and glowing in an almost hypnotic way. He blinked and moved his eyes along to see three of the four witches looking at him shocked. Two of the witches were on one side in front of a stand that seemed to holding their spell book while the third witch was halfway from the stand to the light thing.
The three witches all looked similar which was because they all came from the same family. All three of them were women in their forties and if it wasn't for the ceremonial robes that two of them were wearing they wouldn't look out of place outside of the house. The one in between the stand looked like the youngest of the three of them, although he couldn't be sure and he didn't really care to make sure. She unlike the other two was not dressed in the black ceremonial robes that the others were, she was just wearing dark jeans and a dark t-shirt. However Stiles, while he took in their appearance his attention was drawn to the light thing. Stiles had no idea what the light was but he didn't get a good feeling about it.
Stiles recovered from his shock at seeing the strange item, or spell... or whatever it was quicker then they did for him unexpectedly interrupting their spells. Stiles threw his throwing knife straight into the witch that was in between the stand and the spell, the normal looking one. Since apparently she hadn't quite recovered from her shock yet, she didn't protect herself the way a witch normally would, and the knife hit her square in the forehead causing the witch to go down. The other two witches recovered from their shock and started pointing at him sending curses his way.
Fortunately for him this wasn't his first rodeo and he dodged the spells and countered ones that he couldn't avoid. He wasn't a witch, not the in the traditional sense. Traditional witches used their connection to the earth to cast spells, he didn't have a connection to the earth so he had to use his own life force. The downside was for every spell he cast he made himself more and more tired and if he used too much then he would just die. He also took his weapons one by one out from his coat and tried to throw at them. Unfortunately the items seemed to be deflected by some kind of mystical energy shield that was protecting the two witches from being hurt by the numerous pointy objects he was throwing at them.
Sometime during this fight he had started calling one of the witches in his head Craggily because her teeth were in serious need of braces. He called the other one Big Nose because she had a larger nose that looked good on her face. They were terrible nice or creative names but since he intended to kill them he didn't really care. He was started to get tired of fighting, especially since no matter what he threw at them it wasn't getting through because of their mystical shield.
He focused on an anti-magic spell, it was very draining but it was the only way they were going to get out of there. He was about to use the spell when he realized that the fourth witch who was supposed to be there was missing and whatever the spell was in the middle of the room, she had probably already made it into there. Which meant in order to make sure whatever the witches were planning didn't work, he was going to have to follow her, which meant that he couldn't use his anti-magic spell yet.
He cursed, and then used his left hand to hunt for more items. He only used the gun as a fear tactic or a last resort because then the police would come. Which was bad with witches because they could easily get out of situation by deflecting, like they had deflected the arrows and other things he had tried to hit them with. Derek couldn't get at them either because of their shield. Stiles fingered his last arrow and knew he was going to have to do something smart. He just wished he knew what, he frowned and wondered if the anti-magic spell would work only a single object rather then the whole room. He whispered on the arrow.
"Et mandavero et praecepero solutione carmina in sagitta." He was about to throw it but then maybe since there was a lot riding on the arrow then maybe the one with supernatural strength, aim, and agility should be the one to throw it.
"Derek kutupa hii." It was Swahili, supposedly, it was from an internet translation. Although it didn't matter whether or not they were actually speaking the correct thing, just that the other people in the room had no idea what they were talking about. He threw the arrow to Derek after he nodded who then threw at one the witches. It went through their shield and embedded itself through the throat of Craggily leaving just Big Nose. Stiles noticed that the circle was fading, apparently the remaining witch did not have enough power to keep it open without the other witch.
"Je, utunzaji wa mchawi mwingine, mimi nina kwenda kwa." which meant can you take care of the other witch, I'm going through. Derek nodded and Stiles quickly threw himself into the green glowing thing. Stiles hoped that what ever resided on the other side wouldn't be even more difficult and that Derek could handle the other witch while he was gone.
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