"A witch, huh? I thought the mortals had burned them all at the stake" Itzpapálotl readied herself for combat while the other girl remained in place, looking surprisingly calm. You were still immobile, unable to even look away from the back of her body but you actually worried about her. Even if she was a witch and had some supernatural power she surely wouldn't be a match for a freaking goddess... wasn't she biting off way more than she could chew?

"Let's play some make believe, Goddess" The young witch replied with a subtle smirk and behind that mere gesture was an incredible amount of either confidence or suicidal arrogance, the dark goddess assuming the latter herself.

She responded by throwing both knives at the witch, aimed at her chest to presumably pierce her heart but instead what was heard was the noise of glass shattering as a giant porcelain plate appeared before the witch and the two obsidian knives smashed to countless pieces as they struck it. Right after, several giant forks and knives emerged from the ground, forcing Itzpapálotl to dash backwards and to get farther away from both the witch and you.

"If this is all you can do you might as well give up, mortal" Itzpapálotl grabbed two more obsidian knives from her skirt's waistband and gripped them tightly, this time she lunged at her but stopped almost right away as her whole body became paralyzed, noticing a flash of red. Looking at the witch's face, she saw that her left eye was indeed glowing red and she could even sense that whatever force was binding her came from it.

"You dare to try and bind a goddess with your filthy witchcraft?!" Itzpapálotl roared angrily and then began to gather her own energy. Her body twitched and contracted in a way reminiscent of someone trying to wriggle out of chains.

Seeing that her target was resisting, the young witch made a gesture with her hand ad all the forks and knives launched themselves at her with the intent to thoroughly impale her. This only further enraged the butterfly goddess who released burst of energy in the form of a black, fire-like aura that made the sound of metal gates getting torn to pieces.

She enveloped herself with her large butterfly wings, blocking the projectiles aimed at her. With a mighty flap from them she flung all those away and created a powerful gust of wind that pushed the young witch a couple meters back. Seizing her opportunity, Itzpapálotl quickly dashed, not towards her but towards you instead, harshly picking you up by the collar of your shirt and biting down on your neck, her razor sharp teeth tearing through its flesh like a knife through butter, causing you an unbelievable amount of agonizing pain but you were too weakened to give a strong reaction, plus you were still paralyzed by whatever the witch had done before.

Itzpapálotl eagerly began to gulp down your blood, not allowing even a single drop to spill away from the wound, swallowing it with a raw, predatory malice. You could quite literally feel your life slipping away from you as she swallowed your blood gulp by gulp.

All of sudden, a giant knife emerged from the ground between Itzpapálotl and yourself, cutting her on the chest as it rose up, forcing her to let go of you. This time, the wound on the violent goddess rapidly regenerated but rather that being mad she was laughing as she licked what blood remained on her lips.

The witch appeared right next to you and gave you a look of concern, looking at the massive bite wound on the side of your neck, wincing at the sight. She then carefully pulled a small, vial-like glass bottle sealed with a cork, containing a glowing green liquid. She promptly uncorked it and the green liquid rapidly turned into a smoke that escaped just as quickly.

"Flat Snark, let's play that old tale... the one about that supreme ring of power and the enchanted forest with the walking trees" She said in a way that could either be taken as a gentle request or a softly spoken command "I need you to keep her busy for a couple of minutes"

"Keep her busy? Who the hell do you think I am? I can perfectly beat her on my own!" A skull made of green smoke with a glowing golden eye appeared at her side and it spoke with a gruff, male voice.

"This is some sort of goddess, Snark. Just hold her off while you reach your full size, besides you're already boosted by Diddle Diddle" The witch spoke in a sterner voice, reminding Snark of her mother, its previous owner.

"Fine" It grumbled as it flew up towards the sky and began exhaling a tremendous amount of green fog that engulfed the place. You looked around and noticed that the nature seemed to be healing, the spots scorched by lightning disappeared, more grass and flowers rapidly grew back. The trees that had been cut down grew anew and even more trees emerged.

"What the-? Coatlicue?!" Itzpapálotl paused for a moment, internally panicking at the notion that the Earth goddess Coatlicue had been given enough power to intervene. An extremely powerful deity in her own right and as Mother Nature, she'd come to the aid of the mortals against her. After all, she held a deep grudge as the 400 star gods, related to her Tzitzimimeh, tried to slay her, prompting her daughter Huitzilopochtli to defend her and battle them every night.

But besides regenerating the plants already presents, new ones began to emerge and these weren't species belonging anywhere in the Mexican jungles, meaning that it wasn't Coatlicue's power which had been called upon. In fact, the new trees that grew all around her seemed to be species from Northern Europe.

'Don't tell me they got Gaia involved! Or Danu?! May Ometéotl help me if they somehow got fucking Jord involved!' Itzpapálotl wondered how would this witch have contacted those goddesses and given them enough power to act, she could be in serious trouble.

But then, something impossible happened right before her eyes: The trees began to take on humanoid forms, their roots morphed into feet and their branches into arms while faces appeared near the top of their trunks. Never had any Mother Earth goddess manifested such incredible power over nature, not even when they were at their peak, she was almost sure of it.

"That will do" The witch gave Flat Snark an approving nod and then focused back on you. She pulled what looked like a small, fancy red wooden chocolate box, a sight that only baffled you further amidst all the madness ensuing around you. Though you did find it mildly amusing you were more confused by the impromptu Valentine's gift than by nature literally going crazy in your grandparents' garden.

"I think we missed Valentine's by a long shot... we should ask each other our names at least" You joked with a weakened voice, but then coughed as you had blood leaking out the veins in your throat.

"Oh? You can joke around while you're bleeding out?" The girl replied with a tangible sass of her own, only emphasized further by her subtle British accent.

"I'm dying right now. We Mexicans laugh in the face of death and adversity because, well, going down crying sucks" You replied after regaining some of your breath.

"I suppose you don't have a first aid kit on you" Funnily enough, you had heard plenty of the Mexican philosophy on humor from your parents and grandparents and while you got a decent grasp on it, it was right now that you were literally facing an impending doom for real was that you truly understood the sentiment.

"As a matter of fact, I do" The girl replied and opened the box of chocolates, containing about 24 chocolate balls, definitely looking like the stuff that was way too expensive for you to afford in your lifetime. She picked one and pressed right into the wound in your neck, much to your surprise.

But what was more surprising was that the chocolate actually melted down and healed the wound a little, regenerating some of the damaged blood vessels and skin. She repeated the process, using up about 6 chocolates in total, sealing Itzpapálotl's monstrous bite. With 2 more chocolates the wound was completely gone, as if you'd never been bitten in the first place.

"Whoah, thank you" You said, relieved that you weren't dying anymore.

"Eat, you can still move your mouth and swallow" The girl said, feeding you another chocolate which you accepted without questioning. The taste was superb, it surpassed even your grandma's homemade chocolate, something that you didn't think possible.

Unlike the ones that melted into your wounds, this one felt like it was just a regular chocolate but before you could speak this girl was already shoving another one into your mouth. She fed you six more chocolates this way and you felt that some of your strength returned.

"If I'm getting some energy back, just how much friggin sugar do those things have?" You asked half-jokingly.

"It's not the sugar" The girl chuckled, poking the top of your nose with her fingertip, which felt surprisingly cool "The chocolates you ate melted down like the others and regenerated some of the blood you lost but even that doesn't fully restore your strength"

"Well, thank you. I know you had no obligation to help me and get into this whole supernatural mess but I appreciate it" You said and then looked in Itzpapálotl's direction, she was frantically fighting the walking trees, who were essentially mobbing her. She'd cut them down with her obsidian knives but more trees emerged and every time they were a little bigger, a little tougher.

'Can this girl really match a goddess?' You wondered silently.

"Flat Snark was made from the abdominal fat of an old nomadic god from the distant past, he sure can put up a fight against a deity" The girl explained, almost as if she read your mind, which made you a little paranoid.

"Boys aren't that hard to read, it doesn't take mind reading to tell what they think" She said and then proceeded to pat her hip a few times.

"You were on the verge of death yet you were staring at my ass for several minutes"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Your eyes widened in panic but also indignation.

"I literally couldn't move! I couldn't even move my head or close my eyes and I tried, I dunno what the hell the goddess did but I couldn't move anything on my own, my eyes blinked but I couldn't control them"

"Uh-huh" The girl squeezed the side of her butt, making a bit of a show of how much her hand and fingers sank into her incredibly soft, squishy flesh.

"Why don't you just admit you hadn't seen such a big ass before?" She asked with a slight smirk.

"Because I have, duh" You rolled your eyes in response "My best friend is like that, her ass is way huge"

"Oh?" The young witch was intrigued, slightly envious and maybe a bit offended.

"_{Not the response I expected}" She whispered to herself.

"So... what do we do now?" You asked, trying to get up but the girl put a hand on your chest to stop you.

"Now that you're no longer dying I can finish off that pesky goddess" The girl said as she closed the box of chocolates. Only now you noticed that there was a small blue bird that picked it up with its feet and flew away. Was it there before?

"By the way, since I already got you some chocolates, my name's Alice, Alice Kuonji"

"I mean, I was only joking about that" You laughed a little and scratched the back of your head "But my name's Blaise"

"RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Itzpapálotl screamed with a new level of rage as she cut down tree after tree but more of them attacked her still, trying to bind her with their branches.

"Hope Flat Snark can keep that up" You said somewhat worriedly...