[ The girl doesn't even flinch at the spear being pointed directly at her face. ]
Well, I am Black Witch.
[ As she's saying this, thin threads seem to be emerging from various pieces of graffiti. Floating almost ethereally through the air until they touch another point in the wall, floor, or ceiling, and attach themselves. ]
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Well, I am Black Witch.
[ As she's saying this, thin threads seem to be emerging from various pieces of graffiti. Floating almost ethereally through the air until they touch another point in the wall, floor, or ceiling, and attach themselves. ]