“Sir, the men are ready,” says the head mage.

Renol nods and says, “come men, let’s hunt her down and if you find her do not hesitate to attack her or else you will die.” He looks down for a moment in cold silence, “…and remember don’t attack her alone but in groups, alone you don’t stand a chance.” The tension among the men carries an undoubted fear of the witch and Renol is assured that none of them will be stupid enough to risk their lives to test how powerful she is. He mounts his horse and they head off to the roads to her last known location.

***

Roz watches Renol take off with the mages through a small opening in a thick bush right outside the prison. “uh… ok, they are gone,” he turns back and squats next to Murler and stares at her friend’s jiggly breasts. He smiles. “So, remind me again why you two want to go back into the prison,” he asks them.

“My staff,” says Murler and she gives him a cold suspicious look.

“And you are willing to get caught with her, why?” he asks her jiggly friend and takes his time to stare at her ample breasts.

“We won’t get captured,” Murler snaps, “and you don’t have to worry about us either.”

“Okay…,” Roz backs off with the questions raising his hands in surrender as he does so and he notices the chains and shackles tied around his tiny hands that the guards had placed on him a while back before he escaped and he pulls on them. They snap and fall off. “Weird that I didn’t notice these earlier.”

“Hey Witch,” says Murler, “thank you for getting us out of the mess YOU made but we don’t need you with us, you’re obviously bad luck and also why are YOU going back there?” She glares at him with the most irritated look ever and spares no vile intent towards him in every word she says. She’s clearly suspicious of him and like everybody else she has no idea that the girl she’s talking to is actually a man trapped inside the body of a woman.

“I left my staff as well, apparently it is very important,” as he says this the two girls look at him like he is some idiot noob who has no idea how magic works.

“You can’t be serious,” says Murler and she says it with as much disdain in her eyes as she can master, “I guess the whole world must seem like a joke to you, great witch”

“Hey, like I said (when we met) I am new to this world-, “ Rayer stops him before he says more.

“Roz,” says Rayer, ”no one can know that you are a summon or else they will come for us and attack us endlessly. I need to master my magic in this state so until then please be cautious.”

“Okay,” he comes back to his senses finding the 2 girls staring at him with blank expressions on their faces, though Murler still looks arrogantly angry at him for some reason. Roz looks away and sighs, “I guess you’re right Murler, this world is quite stupid indeed,” He turns around and looks back through the hole in the bush.

Hearing what Roz just said somehow infuriates Murler. She chants a quick fire spell and throws it at him but he notices it in time and dodges. Unfortunately for them that same spell flies past the hole in the bush and goes on to blow up the prison gate alerting everyone.

Roz looks at this mess and just sighs out a depressive sigh, ‘I think I have a better chance of surviving alone.’ He looks back at the now terrified girls who have now lost that angry confidence they had a moment ago, “the reason you’re going back for your staff…” he scratches his head, “ you can’t control your magic without it, can you?”

He stares her down until she cracks.

“Okay, okay yes,” she cracks, “I need it, ok. The staff helps a little with controlling my magic-“

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“Bullshit,” he snaps.

“-ok fine. It helps a lot, you happy?” She frowns. “I need it, end of story, so please help me get it back. You own me that much for getting us in this mess in the first place.” Her cheeks flush a little as she makes her demand.

Roz looks back through the hole and watches how the guards scramble about at the gate. “Do you know where they keep the staffs?” he asks.

“Yes, I saw the storage room before they locked us up,” says Murler.

“Good. You two will go and get your staff while I create a distraction-“

“No! We will go together,” Murler cuts him off and says, “I don’t trust you. You might call the guards on us the moment we walk into the prison.”

”Fair enough.” He picks up a rock on the ground and turns to give it to Murler’s friend but ends up staring at her breasts instead. She looks at him confused look.

“What?” she asks.

“You’re really quiet, boob girl, if not for your boobs i would’ve forgotten that you were hear.”

She frowns, “I have a name you know.”

He stares at her breasts again then looks at her hands. He passes her the rock and tells her to throw it at the gate, “use your magic and throw it with as much force as you can.”

“ok, sure.” She grabs the rock and holds it in her right hand and gets into form.

With her left leg placed firmly in front of her, she slides her right leg back in readiness to throw the rock and she closes her eyes as she does that. When she opens them some rocks on the ground begin to tremble and then she throws it.

It flies out like a bullet on steroids ripping apart the small hole in the bush and flies straight at the gate blowing it apart and sending the soldiers flying from the explosiveness of the impact.

“This girl is dangerous,” Roz things to himself after witnessing the first of this world’s battle mage class, and a newbie at that. “Am glad she’s on my side.”

“Agreed,” says Rayer in his mind.

Meanwhile, the girls not only look unphased by this it’s as if it’s a normal thing for them to throw rocks and blow shit like they both just did. infact, the jiggly girl even looks depressed and humiliated and Murler is there comforting her, “hey, it wasn’t that bad, you just haven’t regained your strength that’s all.”

“No shit.” Roz thinks to himself as he tries to figure out just how strong people are in this world, “if These girls have this much raw power at their disposal and they are at the bottom of the power scale…” he brushes off the thought. “Ok, it won’t do much good for me to wonder,” He walks out of the bush saying, “let’s go get our staffs, share we.” They head for the gate and quickly sneak in and go straight to the storage room passing by the guards who are scattered across the ground passed out. The rest of them are either in hiding or ran away at the site of the witch, Rayer. (Which in our case is Roz)

In the storage room, Murler immediately finds her staff and she beams with joy like a little child while Roz on the other hand pretends to search silently on his own away from the girls.

“Hey Rayer, which one is it?” he asks her while looking at the many different styles of staffs in front of him.

“It’s not here,” she responds, “Renol must’ve taken it knowing that I’d come for it later”

“Ok, remind me again why that staff is important, am looking at 10 different staffs here can’t one of these do?”

“No, remember that stone on the head of the staff that glew the night you came?”

“Ya, what about it?”

“Well that stone acts like a catalyst when I am using magic and it allows me to practically do any magic I want without worrying about running out of magic as quickly as I would without it. It is what has allowed me to survive alone all this time.” Her speech slows down when she says that last part.

“I see,” he stays silent for a brief moment as Rayer’s emotions of betrayal, anger and loss flood her body and he feels all of them. “Alone on the run, huh?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Witch?” says Murler, “have you found your staff?”

Roz turns to her and warmly smiles, “No… it’s not here.”

He walks out of the storage room and the girls slowly follow in silence almost like they know what he is feeling...

***

“Rayer?”

“yes”

“When Renol left I sensed something familiar the same feeling I got from the stone back when I came… any chance he got the staff?”

“Very high”

Roz sighs… “I wonder how far he’s gone already...”

One of the soldiers on the ground wakes up and Roz grabs him by his shirt and asks, “Renol, where is he going?”

“To look for you,” the soldier trembles as he answers with sweat streaming past his face.

“Where?”

“To the Kingdom!” he cries, “please don’t kill me!”

“The Kingdom?” says Rayer, “why would he go there?”

“Good question, Let’s go find out,” Roz let’s go of the soldier and walks out the gate and he mounts one of the horses left outside the prison and heads straight for the kingdom leaving Murler and her friend behind.