Witch

 Tea. Tea was all she wanted. Maybe a bit of biscuits and cheese to go along, but drinking tea in the middle of town, outside a three star restuarant on a sunny day? That was a blessing. Brother was probably keeping an eye out somewhere, just in case. Sonia didn't have a care in the world, though; she just basked in the sunlight, Maple draped around her neck like a fuzzy, warm, purring scarf.

 It was a shame that even while she was having tea time, men pointed their swords and knives at her like she was some sort of criminal. Men bigger than she was, wearing vests of wolves fur or iron armor, grinning. Good to see they were as happy as she was, but she would have to wipe their smiles off their faces, no? Maple yawned and turned her head, glaring at one of the men. When he spoke, his breath reeked, as if he had recently devoured a skunk.

 "Oi, wee witchie," he said, "how long are ye gonna ignore us, eh?"

 "At least let me finish my tea," Sonia replied, lifting the cup to her lips, not even gracing the man with a glare. "A girl has to have her tea, yes?"

 "Ah, a little time to say yer prayers, eh?" His grin widened. "I'll give ya 3 seconds before I cut yer pretty lil head off, lassie. 3... 2... 1!"

 There was the sound of a tea cup falling and breaking. There was also another sound, one that the men could not describe. However, they could probably describe the injury their ally sustained as "a huge bloody hole in his chest". The reeking man fell over like a limp doll, Sonia's head still on her chubby neck.

 Was it her hex that caused the wound? A curse? Witchcraft?! They did not have a moment to think, as Sonia looked up at the rest of them through her spectacles.

 "Seems like tea time is over, much like your headhunting days. Lets get this over with, shall we?"

 Before they had time to run, they heard her rhymes:

 "Heart made of crumbs, brain full of lead,
 Make these men into stale loaves of bread!"

 Screams fulled the air before they were quickly silenced. Where there were men, there were loaves of bread. Maple stretched out and bit one of them before mreowing loudly. Even her teeth couldn't sink into bread that stale. As the pink witch stood up and picked them up, a man much larger than her, clad in paladin armor and carrying a steel cross on his back, poked her in the back. "You alright, Sonia?" he asked her.

 "Almost died back there, but none worse for wear," she replied happily before turning to the dead headhunter. "I think you overdid it with the laser cannon function of your new toy, though."

 Kyoske scratched his head, ruffling his short brown hair. "You expect me to understand how to work weapons made by the Star People? You expect too much of me!"

 "I kind of expect you to ask me, Kyo. I mean, I aaam the only one who manages to ask them for this kind of stuff. I mean, look! Your cross has a laser cannon, a machine gun full of holy bullets, pistols, and even has an additional case to hold all those pancakes Lennard made! I asked them specifically for that. You know how hungry you can get when we're traveling, no?" Sonia winked at him, Maple yawning and curling back up in the sun.

 Kyoske groaned. "I could do without the pancakes, Sonia. Gods know I had enough of them." He turned towards the aftermath of the witch's spell and groaned even louder. "Ugh, must you turn people into food? Last time, you turned them into carrots."

 "Hey, I needed ingredients for my chicken noodle soup!" Sonia retorted, crossing her arms and puffing up her cheeks. "What better way to do that than to turn the headhunters into carrots?"

 "But you already know how much of a bad reputation witches get, and you're not helping it! Hell, I bet you just raised the price on your head again! Haven't you remembered the days where witches terrorized the lands?! The Haruspexes?! You can't keep going out like this and hexing every headhunter you see!" Kyoske held his head before taking a deep breath. His voice quivered as he said, "Don't you remember what you did, that nearly took you away from me, sister?"

 Sonia stared. She remembered. She remembered all too well. The church Kyoske and herself ran away from. Those forcing their religious beliefs and slaughting all who did not follow their ways. How they burst into their home, eager to drag her brother away on a stupid, stupid religious war. How she read the worse hex she could possibly find and...

 "You turned the priest inside out...literally," Kyoske said out loud, in hushed tones. "From that moment, we couldn't return home. You were branded, Sonia. And nearly killed, if I hadn't protected you."

 The pink witch looked her brother in the eyes before giving him a firm hug. "It'll be okay," she said. "I'm a big girl now, you know? I'm not gonna let some stupid headhunters take me out. Besides, that church is rotten to its core and deserved that stupid thing anyway." She paused for a moment, her cheeks turning red. "Er, sorry, Kyo. I'll try not to hex too many more headhunters."

 "Promise?"

 "I can't promise that, you dummy," Sonia grumbled, crossing her arms. She could see people starting to stare at her and whisper. "Let's get out of here, though. I think I caused too much trouble."

 And with another slick rhyme and a meow of protest from Maple, witch, paladin, and cat disappeared, much to the confusion of the townspeople.

 Where would the witch go next? And would anybody be able to capture her?