The two soft leg curses, one fatigue, one dazzling, simultaneously hit the black figure, putting it in a brief state of rigidity.
At that moment, a light shout rang out from not far away on the street.
"Hey!"
A little witch with a dot of cinnabar on her forehead jumped down from a rooftop somewhere, swinging her small white fist and heavily smashed it on the black smoke's head, knocking it to the ground.
Boom!
Fragments of green stones flew in all directions, crashing into shop doors and windows with a loud noise, while the ground was punched into a web of cracks.
At the web's center lay a bald wizard wrapped in a black robe, with a gray burlap bag beside him. The origins of this bald wizard were unknown, his scalp covered with twisted and fierce black tattoos, resembling pythons or octopuses, with several lines even extending down along his eye corners, ingrained into his eyeballs.
