Oki, Is Done

There was nothing blowing or scraping against them. Vanessa wiped the blood from her wounds as Jaivva halted them.

The shaman was motioning his hands around, swaying his hips, and crab-walking in odd ways. Matching his eyes, glowing roman numerals swirled around his body, creating faint imagery of multiple clocks and gears.

The girls ran at him, gaining 10 feet of distance from each other in the process. They were launching a full-on attack in a skirmisher formation. Ready to stab into his sculpted body and burn him from the inside out. He disappeared.

A gentle set of winds blew by. The girls' spun their heads, anticipating the man's next attack. Kiki stopped to whisper into her doll. One of her witch symbols formed at Vanessa's feet.

Separate clones of the man attacked each girl with a different wooden weapon. It was hard to tell which was the real one if any. They were physically impressive, able to take out Kiki in seconds and nearly beat the other two.