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[shalldealwithme]

My, the hero has finally arrived.

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[maybeicouldbesaved]

Maleficent, I presume. Honestly, I'm not. --A hero. I just need your staff. Ten seconds, maybe.

Then I'll be out of your hair.

[juststeverogers]

You know, I'm really not used to being referred to as that.

[Steve's folding his arms over his chest. He's still not entirely sure why he'd been called all the way out here through an obstacle course of seemingly sentient plants and thorns.]

You don't sound like you need any rescuing though, Ma'am.

[younghero]

[This...isn't good. That tone and greeting never bodes well.]

What do you want?

[numberonefirstmate]

....and what's the plan?

[dominus]

[ That "business trip" went a little sideways.

Benevento had a certain reputation in the past, full to the brim with tales of witches, good and evil alike. Folklore, he'd thought, a scattering of stories embellished over the centuries. Called in by a satellite team to weigh in on a recently-unearthed artifact, Ezio hadn't expected much.

The Witch's Eye, as they affectionately called it, was a small, flat oval of pure black glass, unremarkable at first blush... except for when it took to pulsing a low, unearthly light. It did so multiple times before without incident, their report went, just another weird little trinket of a bygone race. Maybe he might get a little more out of it?

As luck would have it, the Eye gave him much more than he bargained for: it dragged him into another world.

It's been several long weeks since then, an arduous journey that's led him right here, now. Standing in the skull-littered courtyard of a dark, mighty castle, hearing Things shift and chatter in the shadows, Ezio stands straight and tall, a bright spot of noble white amid the gloom. ]

Maleficent! I'll have your ring, madonna. [ He points the tip of his gleaming sword at her. ] And your head.