Witch Hunt || Diana & Naomi
Naomi sighed calmly, relieved to finally know who was stalking her. She hated not knowing what she was dealing with. She had been expecting to see the girl again since their last encounter. Naomi knew there were plenty of lost witches wandering around as a result of the memory spell she had cast, and she had recognized the girl thanks to the bracelet she was wearing, but she was a particularly interesting case. A lost witch, hunting her own kind. The irony… Normally Naomi despised anyone who would hunt down her children, but this girl was just lost, and she couldn’t help but feel responsible for her despite the uncanny situation they now found themselves in. “I agree.” She said, taking a few steps over and looking at the girl before willingly walking towards the alley. “I was hoping I’d see you again.”
It became apparent from the easy smile and the way the women went along with what Diana said that she was underestimating this witch. Things were never good when they went too easily. Besides their was a glimmer in this women’s eyes that told her she knew more than she was saying. That was also confirmed by her reply. Lashing out, Diana went for the back of Naomi’s knees, her leg striking them hard with a firm kick. She was hoping to bring her to her knees now that they were hidden from anyone’s immediate view. “What is that supposed to mean,” she growled, her knife held firmly as she braced to attack. She wanted to get it over with but something was holding her back.
