UpsideDown

"That's what your village deserves for trying to burn me at the stake," the witch-lady snorted as she opened up her umbrella to shield herself from the falling ashes.

"Such fire, very smoke!" shouted a child’s voice from the rubble, which once was a magnificent village.

"Catch that heretic!" bellowed an old man, likely a village elder.

The old man and five other villagers rushed forward and cut off the short woman's escape route. The berserk old man charged forward, taking swings with his war axe. Swoosh-swang! In a flash, woman the blade of the axe between two of her fingers.

"Voodoo magic activate!"

With a flick of a finger, the umbrella was sent flying like an arrow. With a thud, the umbrella nailed the old man into the stake like a shish-kebab.

"Perfect, shish-kebab with stake."