Stella currently stood in the center of a clearing.
Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, her deep blue eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and irritation.
Currently, surrounding her were thirteen hooded figures, their weapons drawn and their expressions hidden beneath their cloaks.
Stella sighed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Lessers, if you do not wish to die, you will tell me all you know."
Despite outnumbering her and surrounding her currently, the fantasians trembled in their boots as fear was what took root in their hearts.
They were face to face with the Red Haired Witch of Tumbledon.
Stella raised a hand, aiming at one of the fantasians with a sword in hand. She flicked her wrist, and the sword was ripped from his hand.
It hovered in the air for a moment before spinning around and plunging into his chest.
He instantly collapsed to the ground, his body twitching as blood pooled beneath him.
"Now, who's your commander?" Stella asked, her voice cold and demanding.
Ignoring her question, and the fear currently plaguing them, another fantasian, this one, wielding a pair of daggers, tried to flank her. She didn't even turn her head.
With a wave of her hand, she sent him flying into a tree. The impact shattered his spine, and he slid to the ground, his body turning lifeless soon after.
"Where's your commander?" she asked another question despite the first one being ignored.
A third fantasian, a female elf conjured a spear made of wood sending it at her.
With a flick of her fingers, the spear reversed direction, impaling the woman through the stomach. She let out a choked gasp before collapsing.
"This is pointless. You should know by now you can't beat me. I wiped out Tumbledon by myself. Run of the mill mages like you...." She raised her hand in the air as she uprooted the trees nearby.
"... can't possibly hope to beat me." She said as she closed her fists.
Squeezing it, the trees ruptured into tiny parts that fired in all directions like bullets in different directions in the forest tearing apart any Fantasian it came across.
Those who could react in time did so, protecting themselves. Those who couldn't turned into mince meat.
As the dust cleared, only about five of the fantasians remained.
And they got to action immediately, as a man with a massive hammer, swung at her with all his might.
Stella froze the hammer mid-swing, before grabbing the man with her telekinesis, squeezing his body till it popped blood and intestines spraying everywhere.
Didn't touch her tho, as it all froze just in front of her.
Thwip!
She caught an arrow with her hand inches away from her face. She turned to look at the archer.
A dark elf lady with a look of horror on her face. In the next moment, she was flattened by an almost invisible force turning her into paste.
Fireballs launched at her from all directions only to dissipate just when they reached her.
"That's not all!" A dwarven man exclaimed as he touched the ground as giant hands of dirt reached to grab her.
A bow made of ice materialized, taking aim at her as a giant arrow formed beside it taking aim at her before launching.
Stella was silent, in the grasp of the giant earthen hands now holding her in place as the ice arrow headed for her in tow with the continuing rain of fireballs.
"I really only need one of you anyway." Stella muttered. As she did, the hands holding her shattered completely as did the ice arrow.
Using her telekinesis, she squeezed the bodies of the dwarf and the human who used the ice arrow and burst their bodies into paste.
By the fireballs had stopped as the dark elf ran away with all her might only to see Stella gracefully levitate down in front of her.
"You're going to tell me everything I wanna know." She demanded, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.
Just then she felt something coming her way with incredible force. She raised her hand stopping it in it's tracks.
It was a golden spear. The spear shook violently struggling between Stella's grip and it's master's control.
She raised her head looking at the drone above her head.
"The control room huh." She muttered with a smile on her face. She released her grip on the spear, as it flew away to the south.
"Now then..." She turned to face her human prisoner. "...let's hear what you have to tell me."