Marandi Spindrifter

Night in the city carried many dangers for a young woman, some mundane, others not quite so normal. As the young woman in question walked herself hom from a party, a male hand lashed out from a nearby alleyway, tugging her into the shadows.

"Now what'd a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this" the man said, forcing the girl to meet his gaze. All fear in her face disappeared as the their eyes met. Assured that the girl was under his thrall, the vampire slowly brought his mouth to down towards her neck and...

A rock collided with his head.

"Alright pal, I'm only gonna say this once. Let. Her, go." The vampire tore his face away from his prey, glaring angrily at the source of the voice. Standing there, casually flipping a flashlight, was a much younger woman, 16 at the most.

"Child, you have made a very big mistake. Run home now and maybe I won't hunt you down for dessert."

"Leave the woman alone and maybe you won't get a faceful of high noon courtesy my little magically enchanted flashlight here."

The vampire chuckled. "You're bluffing."

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just a normal teenage girl. Or maybe I'm a centuries old sorceress who's gotten really, really good at opening dimensional portals over the years. Guess there's only one question to ask yourself. Do you feel lucky, punk?" Marandi had always had a soft spot for Clint Eastwood movies.

The vampire apparently did, as he leapt at her, fangs glinting, only to be blinded and turned to dust as the Spindrifter flicked on her flashlight, letting a beam of sunlight out into the darkness.

Sure, she could've called on the lghtning of Thor or invoked some other Asgardians magic, but, Marandi reflected as she scattered the ashes, there was something a little more satisfying about defeating a foe using cleverly applied lesser magic.