Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20151024130114

((Sorry everyone. Things have been.. rough, to say the least. Not necessarily to do with school. Can't write alot atm, so I'll keep it as short as possible.))

A bullet entered the witches' upper right leg, making her fall down on the ground as she screamed. Sander didn't do much. Didn't even use his Cleaver; just a few of his bone bullets would've done the job. Any normal practioner would have died by now, but Aggie not yet. She hung on to her life, albeit barely.

She had accepted her death ; another inevitable, anti-climactic death that would bring an end to her life, as well as the destruction she had caused to the city.

((I don't remember what time it was, so let's just say it's midnight..))

Sander took a few steps forward, as he grabbed Aggie's ankle and started dragging her off towards the roof. She couldn't resist in any way ; her legs and arms were already deformed and broken, and her screams were like a painful symphony to someone's ears. She didn't say any last words ; not that she had them.

Sander held her now by the troath, as her old and broken body dangled over the ground, and he was ready to let the witch fall to her death.

Sander looked at her for one more time, as a small grin decorated his masked face. As he released Aggie, her body fell in between the big and small hand of the large clock on the face of the tower.

Sander looked down, as the third hand signalled it was just about to be midnight. As that time of the night commenced, the big and small hand of the clock cut the witch in two parts while she trapped - seperating her upper and lower body as those fell towards the ground and landed on the cobblestone close to the entrance of the tower.