If she had to describe her day in a single word, it would be shit. Yes, her day was going shit. But that was not to say she was ungrateful; on the contrary, Willow was having the time of her life.
Alright, that may have been a slight exaggeration, but Willow was still swimming in joy. She had recently regained control over her body, no longer a spectator watching a deranged pilgrim try to kill her friend.
It was a humbling experience. Willow had realized just how weak she truly was. Yes, she was proud of her physical prowess, but who knew her mind would be so utterly weak? Even Art had managed to stay sane under the profane beings' influence.
How annoying.
She was sure the damned bastard wouldn't let it go. He was born just to annoy her, and this…this was perfect material to use against her.
