[Alix_Fights]

Advantage me, until you fight fire with unholy fire, curling your fingers into my tits.  "AIEEEEEE" I scream, and curse myself out for leaving you such an obvious opening, but the deed is done.  My hand leaves your tit, and joins my other in your hair, trying to twist your face fully into the muddy ground, sacrificing my tits to your nails to hopefully smother you out.  "Breathe mud, you vile bitch", I snarl, my face a mask of pain from your torture of my tits.  My arms shake from the force needed to achieve my goal, and I tell myself to keep twisting your head to drive your face deeper into the mud.

[lexibabe]

my neck creaks. twisted at an awkward angle,  my face being pushed.  deeper  into the gooey mud
I try and pull my legs up and brace on my feet. bucking, hoping to cause you to lose balance
 you tell. me to eat mud,, I think I see a chance, to change things

freeing my right hand. ,I swing a wild punch at your body, I feel it thump into you

and hoping. that takes some of the fight out of you

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

As my teeth sink into the soft flesh of Erin’s earlobe, her familiar and protector, the loyal black cat Grimalkin, tries to come to her defense.  The cat attacks ferociously, slashing and scratching at my legs with her razor sharp claws while adding cruel savage bites to do anything to aid her mistress, my hated sister. I happily welcome the stinging pain from her feline claws and fangs, knowing full well that torment and suffering are merely tests of my commitment to the Dark Lord … both the giving and receiving … Yes, agony is a good thing. And, oh, there will be much agony under the Blood Red Moon this night!

I snap my head back, my ice-blue eyes shine in the red moonlight … the crimson of Erin’s blood stains my white teeth. As Grimalkin continues to bite and scratch and Erin continues to fight to free herself from my grasp, I tighten my grip on her neck and spin us around … knocking Grimalkin away from my legs with a hard kick.

“Shall we dance, sister? Under the light of the Blood Red Moon?”

I arch my back and press my breasts into Erin’s shoulder blades as we finish our whirling spin, slamming her face first against the stone wall of St. Mary’s. My arm still snaked around her neck, I grab the back of her tousled mane and push her cheek hard into the cold wet slimy mossy rocks. My wild laughter drowns out the sound of the wind and echoes through the graveyard.

[Erin Lee]

(Apologies to all for my absence, bit of a medical thing)

So there i am, happily stroking Grimalkin and listening to all the blood curdling cries from my evil sisters when i'm suddenly blindsided. At first i don't see who it is raking my face with her claws but then a bolt of lightning lights up the face of my old enemy The Wandering Witch, Lauren.
I let out a low shriek of pain and Grimalkin shoots from my arms. Your sharp lil teeth then sink into my earlobe, the first known case of a witch vampire. I'm dragged across the sodden ground, still on my feet but firmly in your control. This is no way to treat the descendant of a Pendle witch.
Seems reputations mean nothing to you, and why should they, we are here to rip each other to pieces.
It's then that my familiar Grimalkin comes to my aid, hissing, scratching and biting at your legs.
You lash out with a well directed foot and send the jet black cat tumbling into a gravestone where he lies gasping for breath, now you are free to continue your attack on me. You wrap an arm around my neck and spin us round. I see the wall of the church coming rapidly towards my face, my arms snap out, hands meet rough hewn stone saving my face from further damage, at least for now.
You then grab at my hair and push my cheek against the wet moss covered stone. You shriek with laughter...but now you got me all peed off.

I thrust back my right elbow, seeking out your ribs, at the same time i lift my left foot which is still encased in my thigh length black boot. I drive the heel down towards the instep of your right foot..."Did you really think taking me down would be easy, bitch"? i hiss as i twist from your grasp.

I make no attempt to attack your face but instead i grab hold of your hair and drag you to me. My lips meet yours but this is no loving kiss, as our lips meet i drive my right knee up fast and hard, it unerringly arrows towards your oft used kitty. "A kitty for a kitty" i mock looking over at a now recovering Grimalkin.

[KateA]

Oh the sounds…the sounds you made as your weak flesh collided into the cold and unforgiving stone of our Dark Lord’s throne. It was my magnum opus, a symphony of pain, music for my wicked ears. Your screams would have surely waked the dead, if they were not already roaming the dead lands. As for my attack, its effect was just as I desired. Your hand took flight almost instantaneously and my breasts heaved in the cold air, relieved that your assault was over…yet I must admit your touch and the pain itself was a delicious sensation.

However my triumph is short lived as you wrap your legs around my waist and squeeze with all your might. Immediately I begin to control my breathing, yet my body feels as if my internal organs might just burst under the pressure. I curse at you…

“Ow…Amy you fucking bitch, either release me or I will take your sight!”

Now it is my turn to thumb both of your eyes and you know I would not hesitate to blind you. My thumbs begin to press into your eye sockets and quickly you release me. Free from you I stumble forwards and barely manage to stay on my feet; swiftly I turn to face you and I raise my fists in clear challenge. With our eyes locked, we stare into the emptiness of each other’s souls…

[Amy J]

Our hair bedraggled, half-masking our faces.  Rain, washing our gashed skin.  Fists raised. 

Not in defense. What care have we for avoiding pain?   We embrace it, welcome it.  This is our Hell tonight of earth, our foreshadowing of eternity.  We desire the pain; we crave it - the price pain for inflicting it. 

We stand, swaying shadows.  My fists plunge into your ribs, your belly with its softening muscle, especially your breasts, your proud seductive beauty. Has the Dark Lord promised to make you with child, to give a suckling demon offspring if you triumph tonight?   Not from your cold tits, you bitch.  No sustenance for any child. No lure for any lover.  No beauty left….only bags of blood. 

The sounds of our fists landing….the voice we give to pain…..these will haunt this churchyard for all hallowed eves forever. 

[KateA]

With our Dark Lord sat on the edge of his throne with excitement, myself and Amy stare hatefully at each other. With our fists raised we stalk each other, yet despite the deadly serious nature of our encounter…we both smile excitedly. Out of the Thirteen it is perhaps us who most of all have a fetish for pain? A lust for blood? My lust for blood is legendary - The Crimson Demon - is a moniker I’ve inherited with pride over the centuries. Meanwhile the only moniker you inherited was “The Demon Whore of Bangkok!”.

But then the ground beneath us begins to tremble as our Dark Lord says:

“Tear the Bitch apart!”

Excitedly we hurl ourselves together, fists flaying as we throw hammer blow after hammer blow at each other. You slam a fist into my ribs; a few seconds later an uppercut from me collides into your jaw. We both suck up the pain and keep on punching, one second my body shudders…then  your body is rocked. I scream in pain, only for you to scream just as loud. You send a combo of punches towards my belly and breasts, your punches are so hard that wounds of my breasts begin to flow again with new blood. I curse you:

“Ow….Ow….arhhh Amy you dirty whore!”

Yet, despite our exchange of blows, we both stand our ground…however my next act confounds you. As I begin to chant…impossible Kate has no magic this night! Yet chant I do…

“By the last pathetic flicker of your sad little spells,
By the vanity of a third-rate witch with all the grace of a drunk toad,
By the desperate wiles of a bargain-bin slut clinging to her borrowed broom,
I call forth the one thing you’ll never have—actual talent!
Let every lame enchantment of yours wither like your love life,
Let your cheap charms fizzle out like your tragic attempts at eyeliner!
For I, Kate, have had it with your sad, wannabe-witch act!”

But my chant was a deception! As with a smug grin plastered across my face I suddenly lean in and grab two handfuls of your hair, before thrusting my forehead into your already battered nose. Blood erupts from your nose and the Dark Lord erupts with laughter at my unorthodox attack and I shout out the word “Explosion!”

[Alix_Fights]

Lexi is down and vulnerable, but still she fights on like the courageous witch she has transformed from.  Her legs try to pull up underneath her, but that move is too predictable, foiled by my rising with her, and then dropping on her ribs with all my weight, the cracking sound filling the rain soaked darkness.  Her right hand releases my left tit, and then swings wildly at me, her punches raining on my toned body, the smacking sounds of fist on skin filling the night with yet more new sounds of battle.  I'm committed to my attack, staying as upright as I can, moving up now to place my butt on her full breasts.  My still hands clenched in her hair, using all my strength to bear down on her head, the mud now enveloping her entire face as she still squirms heroically beneath me.  "You're finished sister, the battle is over" sneering at her with words I truly hope are true.

[bcw8]

Beautiful

[KateA]

Beautiful

Yes, I am….shame the same can’t be said about the other Witches

[Amy J]

Your twisted poetry means nothing, Kate.  Save your breath for screaming. 

The hammer-blow of your headbutt staggers me. I sag back against the Throne.  Blood pours into my sinuses, expelled into the rain by a choking cough.  I’m dazed…. But also decoying you. Your pride is a weapon I can use against you, your arrogance a weakness. 

You lunge forward with a gleeful shriek, your claws extended like a raptor for my face….. and I move, gone to one side like a ghost.  My hand grips your scalp at the back of your skull, shoving your face down as my knee arcs up into it. 

A nose for a nose….. but I pay debts with interest.  My knee flashes up again with a sickening crunch into your cheekbone…..

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I knew it wouldn’t take very much to unleash the temper of my long time hated sister/foe … her sickening pride in being the descendant of Katherine Hewitt (I’ve honestly lost count of the endless times I’ve heard her tell that story over the decades) … Yes, my sneak attack, the abuse of Grimalkin and my drawing first blood in such a Vampira-like fashion triggers her primal rage … as expected.

As I slam her cheek into the sharp cutting stones of the wall, Erin’s elbow smashes into my ribs just below my heaving right breast. Pain … Pain feels good! I feed on it! The spiked heel of her black boot drives into the instep of my bare right foot. My blue eyes widen from the sudden shock and I let out a hissing gasp as my blood has now also been shed.

Erin suddenly twists free and we face each other … Flashing eyes locked … teeth bared … both hissing. Simultaneously we grab for hair and our crimson lips join together in a frenzied venomous kiss of pure hatred. Her knee shoots up hard and fast into my vulnerable kitty … a shock wave of fiery agony courses through my body! Lips still locked and fingers twined and tangled in each other’s hair, I fight the pain as best I can, focusing on returning it to the bitch … with interest!!!

I see her eyes dart quickly over to Grimalkin and use the distraction to my advantage. Before Erin can react, I use her hair to twist us around again so her back is to the wall. Then propel us into it as hard as possible … driving the back of her skull into the unyielding unforgiving stone using my hands in her hair and my hate-kiss to keep her from pulling free!

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Marlu I a witch of the earth I life with in it I still hurt from yours and Amy's attacks but I am not done yt

[KateA]

The Demon Whore Of Bangkok’s face tempts my claws like no other…I simply must be the one to ruin it. My excitement gets the better of me, my lust for cruelty consumes me and I rush towards you. I extend my claws like razor sharp talons, my chest heaves with excitement as my nails inch closer to that moment of chaotic destruction. Yet my lust to scar and maim betrays me and deftly you evade me and grab me by my hair and lunge my face towards your thrusting knee. There is a sickening crack that even makes the Dark Lord wince; the spirits of my victims all moan in approval. They rapturously cheer for you, yet I wonder if their support would come if they knew you as well as I?

“Oww  Ow Fuckkkkkk my nose…you fucking bitch…I will kill you Amy! On the blood of my ancestors I will Kill you!” My declaration is loud and clear, however my declaration of a blood oath to kill you falls on death ears.

“Silence Witch! You know the rules…no one shall die tonight! You and your sisters are my slaves…obey me witch! Defy me and a fate worse than death awaits you both!” Screams the Dark Lord, but then cheekily I reply:

“If not tonight, how about tomorrow my Dark Lord? I hear tomorrow is a good day to die!”

The Dark Lord ignores my plea, while you visibly contemplate the challenge. Yet with my nose shattered and bleeding profusely over you the dead lands, you continue to hold and pull on my hair. I’ve fallen down onto my knee if front of you, my head feels groggy and my stomach is doing somersaults. Yet my desire to hear you scream and my own insanity drive me on, I make a fist with my right hand and slam it into your unguarded pussy! Your face turns various shades of red as the pain travels up every nerve in your body and you drop into the dead lands beside me.

With us both on our knees we stare coldly at each other, half of us wants the other dead…the other half wants to torture her sister for all eternity. Will either craving be fulfilled? Only time will tell…

[Emily2.0]

It's just total mayhem!!!Clapping!!!