[ Beatrice's mad cackling grows in volume, as if to drown out the dying gurgle of the Zealot as the golden sword plunges into its chest once and then twice, leaving behind a bloody ruin. The creature's foul blood bubbles forth and spills out to soak into the ground. The lifeless body drops with a heavy weight. Beatrice continues laughing for a long moment as the sword vanished back into the shape of that gently smoking pipe.
That sharp, beautiful, horrible face turns back to Venus. ]
What's wrong? You've never met a Witch before? Kihihi!
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Beatrice continues laughing for a long moment as the sword vanished back into the shape of that gently smoking pipe.
That sharp, beautiful, horrible face turns back to Venus. ]
What's wrong? You've never met a Witch before? Kihihi!