A hybrid, werewolves, and a scooter (gxg)

Interlude - War in Disneyland

The last days for the grandwitch Renna had been annoying, to say the least.

She thought that she had managed to get a grip on the Wolfhardt girl after the twins said they were spying on their brother, but then they failed, and that was the last straw for her.

If they couldn't do it by themselves, she had no choice but to try on the new spell she was dying to cast.

Undead spells weren't uncommon, but the ones under it would usually just do simple tasks like cleaning and cooking, but Renna managed to do it so they'd be true puppets.

She had tried it a few times before, but the others weren't strong enough to hold her magic.

But the metas were.

Even if that hybrid managed to get her kids from her, her sources of power, she didn't need them anymore, not when her puppets could be filled with her own magic.

Actually, when the twins went to visit Hansel and Gretel for the last time, they had orders to drain them until they were dead. She had no use to them after all, not when she had other perfect and more powerful twins wrapped around her fingers.

She knew that it was a matter of time until they did something to keep the stone safe, and so she waited until she felt its power into a different dimension.

Soon enough, the twins were there, and so was she, seeing everything through their eyes.

That hybrid, Hunter, was probably strong enough to handle the process of being made undead, so maybe she could use her as well if the twins didn't mess her up too much.

Renna felt like the whole situation was weird. There were other auras around but no one seemed to show up while their friend was beaten up, but soon enough the Wolfhardt girl was there, and maybe the others would be too.

The grandwitch decided that she had had enough fun. She'd fight against them in their dimension next time, and she wouldn't be so merciful as she was.

After a while, the twins had returned with the stone, and Renna felt its power again.

She wasted no time in using it to stabilize her power, and without further notice, she was already opening a portal to the outside of her dimension. She had chosen one specific place with a grand concentration of witches so she could keep herself hidden from others, especially from that annoying grandwitch, Salem. Just thinking about her made Renna's stomach twirl in disgust.

They were once good friends, yes, but that was until she tried killing her a long while ago. The grandwitch was likely going to be there to try and fight her, but she was ready, she was ready for whatever they could throw at her, and the fact that she had years of power and built up energy was not in favor of the other supernaturals who'd get in her way.

And that was a thing that Salem certainly knew, so she kindly planned to bring the unexpected to the game.

Someone who'd sacrifice their sanity for the sake of the others if needed.

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It was a beautiful day. Blue sky, no clouds, no one running around or kids crying. Perfect.

A pack of werewolves, a coven with the most powerful witches around, a vampire, and two metas, waited expectantly.

They also thought it was a mildly great day, if not by the threat of world domination.

They had a simple plan: Ground the witch and shoot her with the crossbow. The wolves and witches would take care of that part, while the vampire and the metas would take the undead sisters.