Blake made Julie, the witch, drink from a little vial the poison Andreas had provided.
Within minutes the witch was writhing in pain.
“This is gonna be interesting,” Blake said humorlessly as he watched her get up with difficulty.
“Let’s play,” he then told her.
Julie tried to cast a spell –keyword being tried– and she failed.
“You see this poison is made especially for witches,” Blake began flatly, looking at her levelly. “It affects your ability to perform spells and to do anything remotely magical. You’re just a powerless human now.”
“I thought you were immune to spells anyway,” Julie let out breathlessly as she held onto her abdomen.
“I am,” he nodded in agreement, “but you could try to cast a spell on someone here when fighting me, and that just wouldn’t do. Besides, And
