Celeste Grant turned and walked over to the nearby pit. Timothy Ford's head and most of his body were still inside, with only his feet sticking out.
'So this is what "planted in the dirt" means?'
Looking at the man in the pit, Celeste Grant smiled faintly.
"It's your turn."
She extended her hand.
A long rod materialized in her hand, and she immediately began poking the man in the pit.
"You thought you could hide in the shadows and harm me? You've been spying on me for the past two days, thinking I wouldn't notice, huh? Go on, hide. I dare you to try hiding again."
She jabbed him.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"AAAAHHH..."
"Poke, poke, I'll poke you to death!"
The Magic Artifact in her hand jabbed repeatedly at his body, every strike landing true.
'You scumbag. These next few are for this body's original owner. You all just love using the supporting female character's Spirit Root, don't you? Go to hell.'
