Death and Taxes (Mura, Medeia)

Taking the suitcase in hand, Medeia would briefly consider his words, musing to herself that her employer more likely than not would send her back at a later date. As it was though, the brunette was uncertain as to whether she would continue to work for him anyway. He was indeed making a great deal of enemies and Medeia was intelligent enough to know when to move on. Perhaps it was time for her to seek out another employer, one with deeper connections and a more prudent head on his shoulders.

As she glanced at the case, the green eyed woman pondered further that perhaps she would not return the money to him at all. Indeed, another idea was beginning to formulate in her mind, one that would be far more profitable for her. She could not simply keep the money for herself as it was. No, the witch would need to remove her employer first and perhaps the old man was more right than he knew when he spoke about how he wished the fool was dead. Comfort was not her business but perhaps she could try it just once.

Before leaving, she would say. “You do not need to concern yourself with any further payments. Not only will I no longer be working for him shortly but who knows? Perhaps he will meet the fate that you so desperately wish for him to face? I have no love for him and he may just wake up one morning to find himself feeling a little weak.”

Her gaze would turn to the boy briefly. “You fought well for a kid but you need far more experience before you are ready to defend your dojo.”

With that, the witch would take her leave, a loud crack soon being heard as she teleported away.