Moments later. Teddy gets a square punch to the face by one of the violent witches henchmen. One of the big burly ones with cool sunglasses and orc like features. The burly man does a kick here and a punch there until he finally he tosses him aside the shark thug next to him who is also tied up. Sitting on a long chair is the said violent with enjoying the show while sipping on a cocktail and counting the money she got from them. All while typing on her phone.

Witch, in a gloating manner

“aw what’s the matter? Thought you’d steal from me and reap all the benefits? The good news is your stunt is gonna be added on my account another reminder as to what will happen if you pull this crap again. Now what tags to type. How about.......hash-tag, Beat these bitches on my turf. Hash-tag bad ass witch bitch, lol”

She is then approached by her right hand assistant. A thin skinny, man with cat ears and glasses so thick you could use them as a knife sharpener. She calls him Whiskeys. Named after whiskers and the colour of whiskey on his clothes

Whiskey

“Miss, I understand that you wish to make an example. But is it wise to make extreme measure.”

Witch

“It’s about sending a message, Whiskey. If we punish them for the small things then they are likely to never pull of the big heists. Besides, they have very punchable faces.”

The teddy thugs is then laid on the ground out cold. Whiskey sees is and is a bit nervous.

Whiskey shudders

“Perhaps”

Witch

“And besides, it’s a small price to pay. Once we take down Hogsten, the biggest crime lord in this part of town. My range will go sky high. Can you feel the likes and posts when I share that on my accounts.

Witch, after grabbing his collar angrily and a figure ball in hand.

“You are going to remember to film it right?!”

Whiskey shrinkingly

“Yes, miss.”

Witch, smiling and cheerful

“Good.”

She tosses him aside until he falls down on one knee. Spilling the coffee he bought for himself.

Witch snaps

“Now make yourself useful and tell the others we are attacking first thing in the morning. And tell to dress more appropriately, I don;t want them looking like homeless people like they normally do.”.

Whiskey, turning away to not show his angry demeanour to her. While crushing a paper cup

“Yes.........mistress.”

..........

The next morning, the violent Witch marches on with her crew. All looking ready for a bloodbath as they bring their weapons and guns and swords. She leads of course with the most devilish smile. Both hands covered in pink flames. They finally approach a cafe. It did not look like much how ever the nice atmosphere inside with the lovely couples and children smiling is merely a front of the pig Mafia led by their leader who goes by the name of Hogsten.

He steps outside, along with own goons. He pig life features were nearly clouded by his cigar he was smoking. All the while looking dapper in his Italian suit. He did not looked please

Hogs, in irritated tone

“What do I owe the pleasure miss?”

Witch

“You don’t owe me anything. I’m just taking what’s yours and adding it to my own. You could either surrender and die!”

Hogs

“Don’t ya mean. Or die?”

Witch

“What do you think?”

Hogs, puts out his cigar

“I think women like you are more useful in the kitchen.”

Witch, widened his eyes then smirked.

“It’s funny, I was hoping you’d say something like that. Now I can incinerate you with no problem. You fat pig fuck!”

Hogs, chuckled Abit

“You got a mouth on ya I’ll give you that. But this is the wrong street to use it.”

With a snap, his man raised their tommy guns aimed at her. She did not flinch and simply adjusted her hat.

“I’ll just use my hands then.”.

She waved her hand and the guns were all plugged by corks. The triggers were pulled and the guns exploded. Some of them even had their buts blown off. Hogs was on the ground looking up to the witch. Looking down on her as always.

Witch

“What’s the matter piggy. Too much chocolate in your brain to figure out how fucked you are?”

Hogs, getting up and wiping the blood off his face

“Actually I was just thinking how much of the mess I’m going to have to clean up.”

Hogsten gets up and with his clothes torn and body changing, he grew bigger, taller angrier until he was 7 feet tall and had a body similar to a titan. With his eyes burning red.

Witch, smiling while measuring him up.

“Nice muscles. But you shouldn’t neglect your cardio.”

He swings a punch but she steps aside just enough time for it to barely graze her. She waved her glowing hands and summed chains. Hogs struggled. Wanting to rip them apart but couldn’t. He looked up and saw what appeared to be a gigantic anchor to size of a building in the same pink hue as her powers.

The witch, mockingly while her hands were in the air.

“This little pig went splat!”.

Her hands thrown down, sending the anchor to slam down on him with enough force to shake the very foundations of hell. What remained was a shrunken down version of Hogsten back to his normal self. Clothes excluded. The witch slides down the crater and looks at him with the same cocky demeanour as always.

Witch, with her hands in a blaze.

“Remember what I promised. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that little comment. I might be a mob boss, but I draw the line in sexist comments.”.

Hogs looked at her in terror, then suddenly his face changed to confusion.

“Is that a flying horny green man?”

Witch snaps

“You’d think I’d fall for something as dumb as........”

Then the witch had something crash into her like a meteor. Blowing away hogs along with everyone else. When the rubble settled. Drakehelm got up from the ground and rubbed his head.

Drake, in groaning pain

“Oh man, that’s the last time I get to red town. Oh sorry by the way. You okay.”

He looked down on to see the violent witch not only bruised but also having her most valuable asset ruined. Her hair. All messed up and based and torn and no longer keeping its shape. She was in absolute silence until she could see the damage herself.

Witch, getting up and took out a mirror to see the tragedy befallen her as he split ends dangle on her face.

“My hair, you ruined my hair!”

For the first time she showed true animosity to the point where it looked as if she was going to go insane. She snapped as her hands caught flames intense enough to rival the burning sun.

“I’m going to fucking KILL YOOOOOOOUU!”