Enter: The Witch [Closed]

Spirit didn't respond. He seemed like a monk that had found their zen. Sitting on the ground, the cards spread out in front of her, she closed her eyes and opened her mind to the Magic around. It was everywhere. Coursing from each of the creatures' chests, tethered to each sigil on the ground, and in its latent strands spanning the world. It was within these strands that she reached to draw energy from. Slowly, the cards around her began to shift and move, starting to even float into the air. Soon enough, they were spread around her, hovering in a halo of paper. Then, they began to glow a bright white. From the beacons, bursts of power shot out, each seeking out a gem and shattering it, causing the golems to fall, lifeless once again.

As much fun as it would have new to wipe out the in tire platoon, though, Spell Cards only had finite uses before turning to ash, like the ones around her did. But, that didn't mean she was done destroying golems. Whenever one stepped on a sigil, some strange effect seemed to take place, be it a pillar of flame turning the stone creature into slag, or the floor turning into sand, forcing them to fall before solidifying again.

Standing up, she smiled and casted a Glance to Midnight, "Twenty-two. Your turn."

Spirit nodded and stood back, a small smile on her face, "Well, I need to have a good first date. How else am I gonna net a second with you?" she asked, giggling, despite their situation. Honestly, she no longer had any doubts that they would survive this. And honestly, as bad as it was, she was truly having fun with this, snuffing the artificial life out of Golems and things. And they were doing a service to the world, too! These souls had been trapped for Celestia knows how long, just begging to escape!

When Midnight inevitably came back, Spirit sighed, "Thirty-one. Grumbling, she dropped to the ground, creating a larger magic circle, which included smaller ones linked together inside of it, "Let's see how this works! Last time it blew up in my face!"

Leaving that statement as it was, she stepped back and the circle began to glow a deep, menacing purple. A black mist leaked from the signs, forming together in a smokey haze above it, though retaining some sort of shape. From somewhere within, a pulsing light could be seen. But, it was soon gone, as the creature rushed the golems. One after another, the smoke enveloped a golem, only to leave it, broken and in pieces, still practically thrumming with energy.

But, that wasn't the end of it. The rhythmic pulsing of the purple inside the creature began to become more frequent and erratic, and the thing zipped about the room having as many golems follow it as it could. When near completely surrounded, it 'hatched,' and a creature that looked to be a rip in spacetime itself came out, dragging many of the lizard warriors with it into the Void from whence it came.

Undisturbed by the hellish summon, Spirit chuckled, "My total is now 45. Beat it."

Hmm. Spirit coulda sworn her Void beast woulda won it for her. Hell, he was hoping for at least a small mention of how it was cool or something! She was actually rather proud of the thing! A timebomb void elemental?! Who coulda thought to summon something like that other than a mad mare with no regard for innocent life?

But, before she could voice her displeasure, there was a massive hammer, which wiped out the remaining Golems, actually putting them both at 45. She was about to claim that they were tied up when Midnight fell onto her. Spirit opened her mouth to make some wisecrack 'date' remark, but held her tongue when she realized that her friend truly was out cold. Clearly, this meant that she needed to do something, right?

Damn her frail body! She couldn't actually carry Midnight out if here, safely. So, they were going to be here overnight, it looked.

Gently, she laid Midnight down, and kneeled beside her. With her charcoal, she created a small sigil that crackled into flame. Then, she removed all of her pointy and hard things from her bag, placing it user Midnight's head, and to top it all off, she tossed her cloak over the mare as a makeshift blanket.

Sighing to herself, she stood and began to make we way around the room, trying to pop the lids off various coffins. She only got one open, only to reveal another mummy, though this one was devoid of jewelry. Chances were the others followed suit. Which meant Spirit had to get rather gross, now.

The only thing on the mummy inside the main coffin was the pendant. So, to get to the other fun stuff, the Witch had to unwrap the thing. And she did, revealing a rather well preserved corpse, smelling of embalming fluid, still. The actual
Body was riddled with jewelry, too! With a set of silver earrings, to boot! Peeling them out of the casket, she took a better look at them. A familiar sun symbol. The same one tags plastered these ruins. The pupil of the eyes inside seemed to be forged of a jet gemstone, though. Hopefully Midnight would like them...

Spirit looked again to the fallen mare. Hopefully, Midnight was okay...

Oh shit. Nightmares. Spirit was very familiar with those. Most of the time she didn't dream, but the times she did were the worst. Unknown faces behind torches. Streaks of lightning cracking through the sky. Sent out on her own, just a filly with nopony in the world to turn to. It seemed like whatever Midnight was going through was quite a bit worse, though. Especially when she heard that name again. Arid. That stallion really must have been important to her.

Nervously, she approached the half awake mare. When she saw the blood start to drip, though, she dropped all self preservation. In a single leap, she pounced Midnight, dragging them both to the ground, Spirit laying on the other mare's side. Clumsily, she wrapped her hooves around the mare and began whispering softly, "Wake up, Middie... It's all a dream. You're safe. Everypony is safe. It's alright...."

Spirit shook her head and got up from Midnight's side. Holding out a hoof, she pulled the mare up to her hooves and into a much more sincere hug, "I... don't know, Midnight. First, you're out cold, and then you're screaming about somepony taking others from you. Must have just been a nightmare..." she claimed, trailing off.

She pulled away from the hug just as quickly, and looked about the wreckage of the room. Altering numbers a bit, she stated, "But, if you were wondering, you got 46 of them. Just one more than me. So, as a prize, I guess you can have these." At that, she pulled the earrings she looted from her bag, offering them to the other mare, "I made a promise, and I don't go back on those."

Spirit was not good with sappy stuff. She was an adventurer dammit! She raided crypts and made things explode! And yet, here she was, actually giving a damn about another pony. Sighing, she placed her own hooves around Midnight once again, "Don't worry, hun," she said, "You won't be alone. You've got a Witch at your back. And we don't abandon those that are important to us."

Okay, so maybe Spirit had never met another witch, and maybe she was starting to make things up, but her words still held! She truly had already grown to care for Midnight. Maybe she was just longing for somepony to cling to, maybe it was because of this adventure of theirs, or maybe they just meshed well together. But, what was truly to be known was that Midnight was important to Spirit. And, as such, she slowly began to lead her back to the flickering flames, "Come on, we can stay here. It's not like there's anything else here that can hurt us, right?"