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In the wastelands of storm terror's lair the moon, only source of light in the dead of the night, shines high in the sky of Teyvat.
Amidst the shadows of small nocturne animals and predators running in and out the place two human figures stand out one crawling on the ground and the other towering menacingly above them.
The former a seemingly plain girl, had short brown hair and eyes that matched. She wasn't very intimating and the bruises that adorned her body didn't help with that but the weird hat that had fallen beside her and the.. peculiar clothes she wore helped a bit at making her interesting to say the least. The later on the other hand was a young woman with long flowing purple hair, a simple outfit that may look a bit childlike for some but most importantly a hammer heavier than most could lift.
For a long, very long minute none of them spoke and they didn't need to in this self describing scene, until at last the hunter spoke a few simple words "Are you a witch ?"
The question was simple and yet carried the entire fate of one of them who knew better than trying to play coy in this moment. "I.. I.. I'm trying but.. I'm a failure of a witch, I just have the looks of one."
The woman studied her for not so long before raising her hammer a little from the ground but not enough to strike yet "A weak witch still is one isn't she ?"
The witch's look of fear only grew worse at the way things were going, she didn't know what she had done to find herself in this predicament nor what could get her out of it but she knew that reasoning with the woman facing her was pointless as she had already decided of her fate.
"Nothing more to say ?" She asked as her hammer kept rising higher towering over both of their heads before locking in a striking position "Then allow me to fulfill my duty"
And in the blink of an eye, the hammer falls and the witch waiting for her end closes her eyes.
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No pain, no noise, no collision. After what seemed like an eternity the girl opens her eyes only for her sight to welcome a new individual. A blonde haired woman, one who matched the "witch look" like very few could but more importantly this woman was standing between the girl and her aggressor holding back the hammer has if it were nothing more than a child's toy.
"What did I tell you ? No hunting harmless cuties~" were the first words the woman spoke in a way too playful tone for this setting and yet her playfulness didn't affect the hunter, main actor of this scene as she kept her eyes locked on her prey and only spared to the big witch a question
"Klee, are you the reason this girl became a witch ?"
"Let me think, hmmm" the great witch Klee takes some time to think while gazing at the moon under the pleading look of the young witch. "She definitely isn't. I'd remember such a cute face if I'd seen it before, this girl is probably just playing make believe, no need to go so hard on her"
"She's pretty weak but this girl got more skills than some performers"
"The little Hexenzirkle did too" Klee said with a tone less playful and more nostalgic, "But you didn't hunt them down, did you ?"
Prune fell silent, maybe she was trying to come up with a answer or perhaps just thinking about the good times with her 'witches' friends. At last after some time she let lose of her hammer and turn around. "There shouldn't be any monster left in the area, just go home and don't ever come to play witches around here", as soon as her warning is said the witch hunter Prune departs with the great witch Klee hammer in hand following close behind and the little witch letting out a big sigh of relief
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Later even that night, the two women walk through the city before both coming in a house. As the witch proudly barges in and thinks about the snacks she'll have to reward herself the hunter takes hold of her arm and asks "When will you stop interfering with my witch hunting ?"
And with an even prouder smile that the one she wore the witch pulled her close to whisper in her ear "When you won't be married to a witch anymore". Before Prune can object Klee gives her a kiss on the cheek and escapes to the kitchen. Leaving her wife sighing and reconsidering her life's decisions. Her time with the little witches might have not only left her with good consequences