"Are youse this Archimedes fella that owes Lady Arpeggio money?"
Ram sat atop the bar, waiting for the hobbled old witch to make his way out of the bar. He was sent here to collect a debt, undoubtedly Arpeggio could have done it herself, but this caused her less stress. Ram jumped from the building, awful to admit he loved picking on other witches. Other same witches, ones with little to no talent. A man at his age still a One star witch. That had to be embarrassing, never gaining a single soul for himself.
"Just play nice and hand over the money and no one gets huiwht"
The young boy looked down, hands in his pockets. Innocent, charitable, perfection. He was adorable through and through. Flickers of his frame began to appear in the man's vision but he would turn and see nothing there. Then again, and again. "Who do you think you're kidding you troll!"
"Huh ..." Ram drew up his hand, a gold and white circle spanning ten feet appeared in his hand, with a flick of his wrist it went flying at the man. Immediately following he began to charge a beam on the point of his finger. Like projected, the man dodged the large discus and prepared himself for the beam.
"Better than you Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeam." The tip of his finger didn't change, but a blast erupted from the disc he had thrown. Tearing into the man's backside and creeping into his mind. Shattered, the second beam flew from his fingertip. No impact, just white tendrils etching their way underneath Archimedes' skin. Encroaching his mind and driving him mad. "Hogwash."
Boom! He shot up to nearly fifty times his own size. Looking down upon Archimedes. The man cringed, being pushed to his limit and flailed. Tossing money to and fro in order to get rid of the apparition. "Outta my sight!" A regular sized Ram smacked Archimedes with the bladed edge of his arcane circle, sending the man flying into the bar before picking up the rest of the coins. "Ah,goo-" Before he could congratulate himself the money had vanished from his hand. "Y'know if you coulda done dat den why was I hy-" Oop, a soul where the money was taken. "Tanks or whateva." He nommed angrily, skittering off before someone more skilled came out of the bar.
