Hunting a Witch

Sylas licked his lips in anticipation. This was it, he felt it. Tonight was the night when he'd truly complete his time at the Academy. Tonight he would become a Death Scythe. He licked his lips again, flicking his yo-yo up and down as he waited on the street corner. He was in some village in the UK, where reportedly every night, puppets, wooden puppets, would come to live of their own accord and terrorize the people. Students and Teachers who had been passing through the area felt the unmistakable presence of a witch, and now Sylas had come, intent on claiming her soul for himself.

Sylas nods, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck. "I don't want her or the baby to get hurt....this was just logic..." He shivers lightly in the cold country air. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

Sylas chuckles, storing the yo-yo in his trench coat. "You do know that I'm not the most reliable when it comes to fighting a Kishin. Yes, I overheard your discussion with Dr. Stein. Putting me in a situation where I need to fight a....thing that generates madness may not be the brightest plan..."

He nods, shivering as a cold breeze blows past. The sun sets soon, and the streetlight above them lights up. Sylas takes on a more determined look. "Alright....it's almost time..."

Sylas nods, cracking his knuckles. They stand there like that for several minutes before the light over them flickers out. The creaking of wood soon follows, as well as the unmistakable pressure of a witches soul. Soon a human sized puppet walks down the street. It's style after a little girl, trailing the strings from what would be her handle.

Sylas chuckles lightly, both of his forearms turning into axe blades. "Yes, briefly on a mission to Antarctica...."

The puppet looks at them blankly with painted eyes. "Are you.....food?" Sylas turns to Asuka. "I can feel the witch, can you distract the doll?"

The puppet nods, then moves forward at speeds that would normally be considered unpossible. Its hands become sharp claws, slashing against her blade. Sylas runs past them, towards where the feeling guides him.

The doll splits like a rotten log, leaving a kishin egg soul in its place. A second puppet rounds a nearby corner, a person draped over its shoulder. Sylas approaches a nearby building, marked all over with warning tape and a sign reading Danger, Unstable Structure! sits on the fence. He leaps over the fence, crawling up to one of the windows and preparing to breach.

The doll looks at her, tilting its head. "Hunt?" He looks at the man draped over his shoulder. "I hunted this one. Did I do good?" Sylas launches through the window, breaking the rotting boards with ease. Inside he finds a witch with a cat-eared hat in the middle of a spell, not having noticed Sylas yet. He frowns. It's too easy....

The doll drops the man, walking over to Asuka. "Hunt...Lion? Mistress wants a lion?" Sylas steps close to the witch, preparing to deliver a quick blow only to have a spike of magical energy shoot up from beneath him. He barely manages to dodge, the spike grazing his left arm. The witch continues to chant.

The puppet continues walking towards her, arms outstretched. "Mistress wants the lion...." Sylas grunts as spikes continue to shoot out from the floor. "Damn witch..."

The doll rushes her, two blades extending from its wrist and starting to slash at her. "Mistress wants the lion!" Sylas continues to dodge the attack, occasionally taking hits that slow him down. D-Dammit, Asuka....Hurry....