Spit.....
The previously tightly closed Iron Maiden opened once more, and a figure was spat out from it. Judging by the distance soared backward uncontrollably, it was undoubtedly being expelled, and in a most unwelcoming manner.
Dorothy barely managed to steady herself and then regretfully dismissed the Doomsday Requiem Spear that had only half materialized in her hands, clicking her tongue in frustration.
That aunt really is something. I just wanted to try out my Unique Technique, what harm could there be in that? And yet, I got thrown out directly. Just now, I didn't want to go in but you insisted on pulling me in; now I don't want to come out, and you insist on making me leave.
Hmph, women.
The homebody witch seethed silently.
Well, if that spear of mine had actually pierced through, and struck firmly, then my aunt's accumulation over these tens of thousands of years wouldn't be completely wasted, but she would at least be severely wounded.
