In the morning, somewhere in the slums of Port Bravo.
A slightly shorter figure wearing a black cloak walked around the place; a long blonde braid could be seen near the bottom of the cloak.
It was a girl around 17 with bright reddish-auburn eyes carrying a black cat and wearing a black suit with a tie and a skirt reaching just above her knees.
It was the same girl that asked where the warehouses were a while back.
The slum was filled with mud and the smell of feces; she, as well as the black cat, had clear disdain for the smell.
The place was filled with dirty tents, shack houses with sick and old people resting by their walls, and some gang members.
On her way, she was stopped by two of such people who made their disgusting advances at her. She ignored them, but they refused her rejection, grabbing her by the left arm.
She told them in her angry voice, "Don't you dare touch me." He kept holding her by the left arm, and she, letting go of the cat, moved her right hand that had a ring with many different symbols that began to glow.
The pocket watch in her coat produced a loud tick as mana began to compress around her right arm, making it stronger and also applying a form of protection that blocked wind resistance and moved impact to other directions.
In a split second, the face of the thug was hit, sending him flying into a building. When hit, his face produced a cracking sound, and then his neck seemed to snap.
He was probably dead, but she didn't seem to care as she saw the other thug panic and scream before running away. "A MAGE!"
She moved her hand, but before she could do anything, the black cat seemed to have icicles around it that shot at the leg of the man, painfully immobilizing him.
The winds sent her hood back, revealing her face and blonde hair and auburn eyes.
"That should be enough of a lesson for him." On top of one of the shacks, a beautiful woman with light brown hair and big... blessed body... that wore a traditional witch outfit that was not modest and a pointed hat spoke." You could have sped up your time and avoided them all together."
The blonde girl looked up after she refused the black cat that wanted to be carried; she told the cat, "You are muddy."
She then spoke to the Witch in another language, "Queen Sorceress." She paused a little. "Using it too much will cause too much instability; I don't want to extend the underpasses."
The Queen Sorceress spoke, "Let's find another place to speak."
...
In the underground of one of the shacks, a large room filled with many items that seemed to not obey the natural laws of the world.
The Witch spoke, "So what brings you here, Miss Time?" The blonde girl's eyes twitched as she heard the "Miss Time."
The blonde girl spoke, slightly annoyed, "Miss Time?" The Witch spoke again, "Or would you like 'Its' way of speaking? Miss Asia?" She stopped for a second. "Oh wait. You meant the Miss part? Maybe you want Mrs.?"
The blonde girl, Ms. Time, pursed her lips and spoke as she revealed a bag with a clay tablet. "Whatever. I'm here to give this back."
The Witch spoke again as she picked up the bag and put it on the table. "Oh? Already done?" She went to pat her head, but Time avoided it. The Witch lady turned her gesture into a hugging manner Time couldn't avoid.
Time was hugged by The Witch while slightly blushing. "...Sorceress, you..." Sorceress herself was a head taller than her; the scene looked more like a mother hugging her child than anything.
She spoke to struggling Time during this, "Good job!"
Eventually Time gave up resisting and spoke again, "I also brought Cold Wizza back." The Witch-like woman looked to the side at the two cats in the room, a black cat and a chubby orange cat; the orange one licked the black one, cleaning it of the mud.
"Garfield seems to be happy about this." She paused before letting go of Time and going and opening a door to a room that seemed to be like an endless industrial fridge. "Anyway, let's get you something to eat."