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�You can�t beat me. Your powers aren�t strong enough,� Quinn shouted.
Kate slowly pulled herself to her feet and appeared weak. �I may not be powerful enough on my own,� Kate informed him and glared. �But I�m union.�
There was a loud, thunderous round of cackles from above. Quinn appeared puzzled and looked to the sky. Twenty witches on broomsticks circled the courtyard from above.
�What the--�
Lightning bolts struck the ground around him. The cackling grew louder and they swooped closer to the ground. Quinn stood his ground and chuckled.
�They�re a bunch of old biddies with worn out spells,� Quinn remarked. He pitched a fireball into the sky and vaporized one of the broomsticks. An old witch fell to the ground, transformed into a cat, and landed on her feet. �They�re not a threat.�
A loud falcon cry could be heard. Quinn again looked to the sky. Forty falcons flew overhead. Each one cried out loudly. The sound was deafening.
�What is this?� Quinn demanded to know.
�Witch society,� Kate replied simply. �Our French branch.�
Quinn sneered. �You may have your freedom, Kate, but Brennan is still my prisoner, and I sentence him to death!� Quinn spun in the direction he had cast Brennan. Brennan was gone. Quinn turned back toward Kate. Brennan stood before him.
�Looking for me?� Brennan asked sternly then thrust his sword into Quinn�s body. Quinn gasped. Brennan pulled his sword free. Quinn sank to the ground.
Kate ran to Brennan. He cast his sword aside and pulled her into his arms. They hugged happily. The witches on broomsticks could be heard cackling loudly across the courtyard from above.
One cackling witch cried out, �We�re going to need a lot more brew!�
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