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A loud roar tore through the afternoon air, followed by an explosion and a monstrous groan of agony. Birds were sent scattering from their perches as several trees tumbled to the ground, falling right into the path of the rider going unsuspectingly on his way to Lillick. As the dust cleared, a dark shape appeared atop one of the fallen trees - a girl? Gold light danced around her as the forms of countless golden butterflies sprang into being, then launched themselves further into the dark forest. Another roar of pain rang out, then a massive arm shot out from between the trees, dealing a powerful punch toward the sorceress.

A flash of light tore through the air, and the forest giant's arm was sent spinning off into a tree. The black-clad girl had vanished from view - for a moment, anyway. The very next instant, the giant screamed in agony, clutching at its head with its remaining hand as blood spewed forth from its skull in torrents, and it fell backward into the trees, and out of sight. The girl landed, folding her glistening golden wings and sheathing her sword.

Maira brushed sweat from her brow, dismissing her familiars and banishing her wings from existence. She had just wanted to leave her tower to restock on potions and maybe do some quests - she really hadn't planned on encountering the boss of the forest - a gigantic forest troll - during that excursion. Fortunately, she was thirty levels higher than the behemoth, and her magical power had allowed her to blow it away fairly easily. Looking around, she surveyed the area - it seemed she had blown up part of the forest with her familiars. That was a shame. It was really a pretty place. Well, she supposed, no permanent harm had been done. The trees would grow back with time.

Just then, however, she noticed something else amiss. There was someone else here! A player, it looked like. Probably a warrior, judging by his armor, and her bracelet told her he was level 24. She sighed in relief. That meant he wasn't a threat, and probably wouldn't attack her. Although, she realized, he might very well have turned tail and run. Since this was a combat zone, she was being displayed as a level 62 Legendary mob - The Black Witch of the Endless Legion. Given that she had just exploded out of the darkness of the forest and devastated a fairly formidable boss monster in two hits, she was well aware that she was probably being registered as a potentially lethal threat to the young warrior. While she had long since accepted that people would run away from her when they saw her, it still made it no less of a saddening fact. However, moreso than usual, she didn't want this person to run away from her. She didn't quite register the enthralling scent reaching her nose - which, while weak, was rendered, ironically enough, effective upon her by her own sensitive olfactory faculties - but something about this warrior made her want to talk to him, made her not want him to run away. She put it off to lacking Human company for so long, and momentarily overcame her own fears of being rejected.

"Er... Ah... Wait!" Maira said timidly, her words coming out much more lamely than she had intended. She stared down at the ground, deeply embarrassed with herself. What was she doing, calling out to someone like this?! He would probably just run away. What she didn't take into account was that she was probably having about the same effect on the mounted warrior than he was having on her. Although she wasn't a full-blooded succubus, she still had that same sort of charm, especially when she was blushing, as she was now. Somewhere deep down, she wondered with a slightly ironic sense of humor how strange she must have seemed - a Legendary boss monster almost begging a low level player not to run away. Surely this defied all precedents set in any other roleplaying games. Well, she mused, she had probably succeeded in one thing - royally confusing the warrior.