"Larry, Harry, Terry, Perry. Stop attacking yourselves. An Archer Tower could've already take you four out in a blink."

The Witch hissed, rubbing her shiny eyes.

"Let's start over–"

She turned to the side, and her black lips curled into a dark smirk.

"Oh, of course. I forgot to illustrate you...our special guest for today. Pile of bones, come to me."

The Witch chuckled darkly, recalling to herself the four small skeletons.