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The three of them stood there for an awkward moment, before the sound of a scream cut through the air.
The Doctor and Link automatically jumped into action, the former brandishing the sonic screwdriver and the latter his sword, and both took off towards the source of the sound, leaving Oni no option but to follow (causing more chaos as people saw him and were frightened).
The scream belonged to a little girl, who was watching her mother as she levitated quite a distance above the ground.
The Doctor was the first to push through the gathering crowd, and pointed his screwdriver up at the floating woman, scanning her.
"Well that's peculiar," he said, staring at the readings on the sonic.
Oni stepped up beside him, not needed to push people aside because people parted the way for his intimidating form. "What is it?" Oni asked.
The Doctor looked up at Oni, grinning. "No idea!"
If Oni had pupils the Time Lord could have seen him roll his eyes. "By the looks of it, she's been hexed,"
Now that they were closer, they could see a faint aura of dark purple around her. Then, very suddenly, the woman screeched horridly, before falling limply towards the ground. Oni easily stepped forward and caught her, but...
"She's dead," he proclaimed.
Shocked gasps spread through the crowd.
The woman's poor child started screaming in despair and fright. Oni blinked, looking down at the child.
The Doctor, a sad look in his old eyes, crouched by the little girl and spoke in soothing tones to her, and some of the townsfolk cautiously stepped up to Oni and took the woman's body to be taken care of. The townsfolk had seen Oni before, and had seen him with little Link, so they weren't completely terrified of him.
Link himself had a peculiar look on his face. His eyes searched the surroundings, trying to find a source for the woman's terrifying death. Trying to find a Bad Guy. There was ALWAYS a Bad Guy.