"AGYAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! SOMEONE HELP MEEEEE!!!" Mawkin cried in fear as he'd run around the forest, desperately hiding away from the now angered Stolas, letting his straw extend and branch into arms to pull him away from the many stars raining down around him, watching the land turn to ash and smoke, watching the trees burn away as he'd frantically tries to find a hiding spot. No matter where he went, the shadow of the Goetia loomed over him, watching him, ready to come down in a monsoon of fists to punish the Farmboy. In such desperation, he'd try to scatter his Straw across, though it would prove useless as the straw burns up immediately and becomes such smoke, letting it land a perfect blow across his head and body, pummeling him and shooting him across the forest. As it finished, however, it realized it came at an impasse, as the cloud of smoke he made would hit his eyes, blinding him, practically making it hard to see where exactly he was. Even as he took such a beating, Mawkin was surprisingly still alive, panting heavily as he'd rest himself near a tree. "I knew this was a bad idea. I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT! Why did I even agree to go into this!? My Mom could've handled it all by herself! I'm a walking liability here! I'm going to be the first to die and everyone's gonna make fun of me in my funeral!!" He'd mumble to himself, his thoughts racing as he could see such a future: his very coffin, lowered, down, whilst others laughed and partied away.
SMACK!!
A slap across his face, stunning the Farmboy. "As if I'm willing to let my son die out here!" His Mother's voice, infuriated of course, as she'd caress the wound she left on him and pulled him away once the Beast regained its sight and saw it trying to search the area. Mawkin rubbed his cheek as he'd watch his mother observe its movements, its actions, its behavior. Relentless, a Grudge that can be felt on both sides, and an avid predator that takes in every detail of the area it lives in. A worthy beast that could've hunted down whatever it wants, coupled moreso with its magic. "It's brutish, but not incompetent. A straightforward attack would only kill us. My dear, we may need some help in learning what to do to overcome such a beast" She'd sit down as she processes the decisions, whilst watching her son distract himself in making small straw dolls to play around with, more specifically with a cow and a chicken. An idea came in her head as soon as she saw those dolls. "THAT'S IT! We can tether it with this! We just need a way to get close enough so that it can die to its own attack! Think, my boy! Think!" Bathory's enthusiasm was as infectious as her joy, taking one of the dolls and holding it up in the air, praising it.
"Are you crazy!? Didn't you just said that if we got too close, we're dead?!" Mawkin would ask, his panic raising in his voice as he'd try to help the chicken be put down.
"And that's what it means to be a Caster! We have two paths that one can take to improve themselves. In strength, we can be bulls and sacrifice ourselves to pin the doll, ensuring us a clear victory. Of course, that Sacrifice is a tall order, and while I would volunteer for such, I have no doubt that you would be in deep distress if your mother lost her life out there. I would be the same if you end up taking that choice. Thus, our second path: In Mind. It's why I ask you to think, my child! What do you believe would help close the gap and ensure our connection works!" She'd cup her hands around her son, petting his head, holding him close to her, letting him calm down by such a sweet embrace, a hug that would let his worries be at ease.
As he calmed down, Mawkin would come up with a plan. He'd push his mother away as he'd get to work in casting his magic, the woman watching over with keen interest. As he clapped and molded his hands, it would result in two straw figures, one of which he'd grab ahold of Bathory's umbrella and let the straw smear through it, scattering the plant across the wine. Bathory herself would be shocked at seeing his tactic, cheering and hugging him once more. "YES! YES, YES, YES! That's my son! That's my sweet boy! I knew you'd find it!!" Mawkin was overwhelmed by her jubilation, his face flushed with embarrassment, as she'd be quick on taking her umbrella and opening it, blasting down a mass of projectiles to strike at Stolas from such a distance. At the same time, Mawkin got set in attaching the second straw man into the Tree, letting it act as each other's tether. As Stolas took notice of the woman, it immediately responded with its own long range attack, a massive constellation in the form of a dragon appearing beside it. A breath weapon that would blaze down the very tree they inhabited, hoping it would weed them out.
FWOOOOSH!!!!
In actuality, its own body was set alight instead. Fire coursed across every part of its body, screams and howls as the stardust took in and damaged his vitals. Even if it was immune to the heat, the force behind it was more than enough to overwhelm it, holes being made from the inside. Another round of wine bullets were made, as Bathory twirled her umbrella and let them fly, shaping them as arrows to catch and explode the beast further, aiming to damage its eyes and let them go on the offense. "My dear child, what exactly do you wish to call this technique?" She'd ask.
"E-Eh!? What are you-" His flustered face was trying to make sense of her words, being followed up by a chuckle from the woman.
"Well, it used my Wine and your Straw. Surely we can come up with something..."
"Ahh.....I'll think on that for a moment!" Another chuckle from Bathory as she'd see her son become serious in such matters. She has never been more proud than what she is now for seeing such a trick pull off in such expert precision.