Our Avatars are in a bar.

The witch realizes his sudden disappearance and whips around in time for Thaddeus to...

...spit at her and attempt to punch her in the face. The mercenaries overwhelm the flying monkeys.

edited 12th Mar '16 10:43:16 AM by arcada188

The saliva leaves a light burn mark on her face, and the punch hits her hard. She topples to the ground, wincing a bit in pain, before getting up and taking out her umbrella. "If you don't agree with my using friendly means to settle this deal, I'll have to just take it from your cold, dead, reptilian carcass, then!" A pillar of blue light shoots out from the umbrella's tip.

Meanwhile, the monkeys are fleeing the scene through the revolving doors.

edited 12th Mar '16 10:47:46 AM by cake1

Thaddeus avoids it.

Thaddeus: If so, tell me your friendly means. What are they? I hope they don't involve me dying.

"I just attempted to employ them! I tried haggling earlier, but no, you just had to refuse!"

Upon noticing the monkeys' departure from the venue, she frowns in great disapproval."Those cowards! Well, I'll just take you on by myself!"She charges towards him, umbrella at the forefront. The burn mark was sort of a clue to one of her weaknesses.

edited 12th Mar '16 10:52:16 AM by cake1

It was obvious.

Thaddeus slithers away and tells his mercenaries to get buckets of water. He says:

Thaddeus: Well, you're about to experience a HEAVY RAIN!

The mercenaries get the buckets of water and try to splash the witch with them.

She manages to dodge the first wave of buckets, rolling out of the way just in time. If the stunned expression on her face is anything to go by, she doesn't seem to have been expecting this. The surprised look turned to an accusatory sneer. "How exactly were you able to know of my wea-" The second deluge of water resulted in a much less fortunate outcome. The liquid drenched her, causing her figure to begin going up in smoke. "AHHH!", she cried out, clearly in severe pain."YOU SLIMY EXCUSE FOR A SNAKE! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS! ALL FOR THAT USELESS SWORD!" She twisted and turned in terrible agony. Her flesh began to droop and then melt away, leaving her rapidly shrinking form writhing on the floor as it eventually was diminished to nothing but a pile of clothes underneath which grew a pool of opaque, brown sludge. Her screams still lingered around the now empty space in which she once stood. I guess she's gone now. Ding dong, the witch is dead! For the second time, technically.

edited 12th Mar '16 5:25:25 PM by cake1

Fawful, who was quietly watching the whole thing unfold, finally comments. "Well, that was being a grossness! It is being nice to watch her kill, though!"

Thaddeus: Thanks. Salesmen don't give up their goods for free, after all.

Thaddeus leaves.

Another figure enters. A tall humanoid with three eyes and suction cups on fingertips.

Maou: Earthlings! You have been visited by the king of Jural Seijin. This bar has a special guest. Bartender! Make the best drink you have!

edited 12th Mar '16 10:43:05 PM by arcada188

The bartender finishes mopping up the sloppy mess left on the floor by her departure. He peers at Maou. "You responsible for this?"

Maou: Not at all! I don't even know this puddle.

"Okay then.", he responds gruffly, walking over back to the counter. "What would ya like?"

"Just like I said", Maou said, "give me and my boys the best drinks you have. I will pay you finely"

A group of suspicious-looking, tattooed Juralians enter.

"Oh, here they are." Maou says.