Vivian lit another cigarette. If there was any question about whether or not she was gonna die by the age of ??? before, there surely wasn't now. Then she noticed they were driving vertically.
"Neat."
Rolling up her sleeves, the Witch sighed. "Not neat enough to stop me from turning you into a spider." She had what, enough gas for maybe one more fit of witchery? Would be one for the ages... or something. Kid had jammed his gun in the waistband of his pants. Kinda dumb really; especially when there was a Witch that could snap her fingers and set **** on fire.
Which is exactly what she tried to do... to the gunpowder in one of the handgun's bullets.