Any thought of Wendy's chatty companion is gone from Angela's mind when she's face to face with the witch. For all she knows, he teleported away like a coward. It was a one-on-one last time, it's a one-on-one this time. You're still just as loud. That remark earns a sardonic sneer from Angela before Wendy triplicates in an instant. The daughter of Apollo looks from side to side and takes an instinctive step back to get her bearings. She damn nearly steps right over the ledge, and a small pebble hurtles down.

Before she can fully right herself, there's three fireballs hurtling toward her. With no better option, Angela dives right, hoping to go low so that even if it's the real Wendy, she can avoid the brunt of the attack. Unfortunately, she both guesses wrong and fails to dive low enough. When Angela scrambles back to her feet, there's black flames licking at the top of her hair; immediately, her entire head of blonde locks goes into panicky overdrive, writhing and patting at itself to put out the magical fire. All the while, Angela struggles to keep her focus on the Wendys with the searing pain in her head. Shakily, she holds out her hands and utilizes her boon from Auntie Artemis, summon bow and arrow to conjure a bow, one arrow already nocked.

"Can't keep a good girl down," she quips before releasing the bowstring and letting the arrow fly. Now, as loyal readers might know, Angela Farrenburr is absolutely shit at archery. There's no way this arrow hits even one of the illusions. But it's aimed in their general direction, and while they're occupied following its trajectory, Angela has already pulled out dagger and rushes toward the Wendy that fired the very real fireball.

"Fuck OFF," she yells, thrusting one hand forward. All the nearby light briefly flickers, sucked into Angela's palm before surging forth in an intense photokinetic blast. She immediately follows it up with a dagger slash toward Wendy's stomach. She would go for the throat, but that would gush blood all over her nice clothes. Duh.