"My name is Omerta." The Orc witch claims, striking a pose.

One hand is on the edge of her wide hat, the other grabbing the staff.

"You better remember it as the one, who defeated all the Traitorous Brides at once."

Oh, girl, you're setting some red flags. She looks young and eager, but does she know, my body belongs to a literal deity? And as that hag still beat me up, she's even stronger.

"I've spent ten years training for this in the dungeon beyond the Gates of Hell, prepare to fight." She adds as if we weren't fighting for a few minutes already.

And something's off, she doesn't look older than twenty.

Does she plan to take on both of us with a pose like this? She's an overgrown chunibyo if I ever saw one.

Although, in this world, women who dress like witches might be actual witches.

The place she mentions sounds ominous, and Mabel aims to become one of her kind too.

She said the Standard Bearer's little sister is one as well. Let's hope Omerta starts with the First Bride, and I'll even cheer for her.

But the way she points that staff at my face, this seems unlikely.

"To see you on the ground like this, Alexandra, who they called the Goddess of Luck. What a pathetic sight." She boasts with a fake laugh.

I don't know, girl, have you seen how your men got beaten around?

Unfortunately, the System still doesn't let me speak out loud. It might even freeze up because I'm still on the ground.

[Recalculating...]

What are you? A GPS?

"Hahaha, you are too scared to answer? Good. But don't worry, I'll make sure to give you a painless death." The Orc witch is still at it.

You got it wrong though.

How do I turn this Auto Battle off?

[Warning: The Auto Battle handles your Emergency Powers. They will remain accessible, but you'll have a disadvantage if you don't know how to use them.]

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I take that risk, you're not doing anything at the moment.

And with that, I wrestle back the control over Alex's body, and everything hurts even more than I imagined. Did we get beaten so much already?

"Dispel." I try, and the extra gravity pushing me into the ground disappears. It can't be this easy. Why didn't the System do it until now?

[Notice: There is no such magic technique as 'Dispel'. But to aid you I'll do my best to interpret what you try to achieve, and create a similar spell.]

[For your 'Dispel' I generated an anti-magic field around your body. This aims to disrupt hostile spells, but won't protect you from physical effects.]

[It will also disrupt friend...]

Okay, I'm happy you're back to your old chatty self but we're in the middle of a fight so shut up. It works. You could have done it without me too.

As for the witch, she's too busy monologuing, and I'm back on my feet before she makes an actual move.

I throw my hand, it's a bit lazy, even my palm remains open because I doubt I could hit her, but I want to create some distance.

It doesn't work. Or it does, depending on how you look at it. But there's something soft in my palm.

"Bwah?!" The Orc girl yelps, as surprised as I am.

My hand lands square on her breast. It's not as big or firm as this body has, but it's better than my original pair. They feel squishy, and her robe doesn't do much to protect them.

She didn't expect someone to reach out and grab them in the heat of a battle. I did not either. Her green skin turns almost pink, and she freezes in place.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" Her oh-so-confident voice pitches up.

"Why didn't you move, Berta?" I reverse the question. "You boasted about defeating me, and you stand there like you don't know where you are."

Finally, I can talk! She's even redder now.

"It's Omerta, I told you." Is this her biggest concern? It's lucky that her remaining men still keep the old hag busy, otherwise she'd wipe us both out already.

"Whatever, you talked big for someone who can't even sidestep a punch." Yes, let's call it a punch. It's not like I tried to molest her in the heat of the battle. It's her fault for not moving.

"I-I'm a witch, not a fighter." She pulls her nose up, raising her staff to point at my face again.

"Then why did you land next to me, idiot?" I won't let her breasts go. I mean this chance to go.

Jumping behind her, now one arm wraps around her throat, and the other, okay, that can stay on those squishy parts.

"I, I... You were already beaten." She stutters as I aim her whole body towards the other part of the fight. I can't help but sigh.

Weren't you boasting about how she'll beat us both?

And she only landed there because she thought it was already over?

"Okay, well, I won't make it easier for you, but if you're so strong, show me how you blast the First Bride away." The woman in question already finished beating down the minions and looks our way.

"E-emerald Blast." The witch yells, and I can't believe it worked. A green light strikes out of her staff, with yellow circles appearing along its flight. It looks powerful but slow, and the hag has ample time to defend against it.

There is an explosion, but her cackle still reverberates between the hills.

"Finally a challenge."

She laughs, wiping away the smoke of the blast with a single movement of her arm.

"I started to worry that the Twelve Champions wouldn't live up to their fame."

"Don't you dare to look down on us, you Traitor!" The Orc does her best to act menacing, but it doesn't help her case that I keep her in a chokehold, with one hand on her chest.

"You are right, witch. I'll be serious from now on." The First Bride claims, letting out an evil laugh.

"It's good you brought some bodies for me to power up."