Oh, okay, Fireball. Molly knew someone who could do Fireball. He relaxed, then reversed the hilt of one blade to slam into the face of the Klone Kringle he was engaged with. Just to make a point, he smiled with all his teeth, and pushed magic into his voice for a charming (literally) request: “Why don’t we put the gun down, walk away, and not make the angry wizard even angrier, yeah?”
It did not surprise him that the magic did not take hold, and instead the Kringle snarled, “What did you just try to do to me?!” Then the man reared his head back and slammed it right into Molly’s forehead, sending him staggering back.
The other Kringle, in the meantime, had hit the ground, whining in pain as he clutched at his hand, burned badly by his weapon suddenly basically melting on him. His buddy, who Molly had been tangoing with, turned on his heel. “My mom’s dead and both of you’re meddling in shit that’s none’a your business!” he shrieked, and took aim and fired at Harry.
A second after squeezing the trigger, the Kringle also screamed, because Molly’s scimitar had been buried into his shoulder. “You interrupted my shopping trip and scared the shit out of people just doing their jobs,” said Molly, “that makes it my business.”
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Oh, okay, Fireball. Molly knew someone who could do Fireball. He relaxed, then reversed the hilt of one blade to slam into the face of the Klone Kringle he was engaged with. Just to make a point, he smiled with all his teeth, and pushed magic into his voice for a charming (literally) request: “Why don’t we put the gun down, walk away, and not make the angry wizard even angrier, yeah?”
It did not surprise him that the magic did not take hold, and instead the Kringle snarled, “What did you just try to do to me?!” Then the man reared his head back and slammed it right into Molly’s forehead, sending him staggering back.
The other Kringle, in the meantime, had hit the ground, whining in pain as he clutched at his hand, burned badly by his weapon suddenly basically melting on him. His buddy, who Molly had been tangoing with, turned on his heel. “My mom’s dead and both of you’re meddling in shit that’s none’a your business!” he shrieked, and took aim and fired at Harry.
A second after squeezing the trigger, the Kringle also screamed, because Molly’s scimitar had been buried into his shoulder. “You interrupted my shopping trip and scared the shit out of people just doing their jobs,” said Molly, “that makes it my business.”