The two men who Cally had bumped into were instantly recognizable. It wasn't hard to pick out a couple of thralls - people without their own magical potential, yet granted some boon by a witch or warlock, gaining power in exchange for servitude. Their reasoning for being here was just as easy to figure out once she noticed a distinctive tattoo on each one's neck in about the same place. A little green four leaf clover, an inky and faded brand that emanated with the energy of a mystical enchantment. There was exactly one wizard who used that as a brand, and he was currently a pile of lizard guts on a bar floor.
She ought to have known that bastard would have some sort of deadman's switch enchantment on himself. "Boss is dead, lass," one of them spoke up in a gruff, accented voice. "Ye wouldn't happen to know nothin' bout it, would ye?"
The sorceress put on her best confident liar's grin as she took a step back. "Who, Larry? Why, I can only imagine who'd want him dead." If her wand had already been drawn, she could've easily cast a spell to deal with these two idiots and been on her way. But that was the rub - the wand was tucked away, and these men were close enough to grab her before she could draw it. With their sheer brawn... well, a sorceress without her wand was little more than a mortal, wasn't she?
"Ye take us for fools, lass?" The other gruff man asked.
"Well, I didn't want to say anything..."
"Oh, we'll make ye say a lot of things." A hand shot out, grabbing her arm and gripping it tight before she could move to her wand. "Ye'll be comin' with us now... and if we find out ye had anythin' to do with our boss' death..."
There was just a split second of abject terror before Cally felt a tingle in her chest. It was the sensation of magic being put to work - powerful magic. Raw magic, the sort that one only found in the most enchanted places on Earth. The men seemed to feel it too, but even as they turned towards the source, it was too late. The thug grabbing her arm let go as both Irishmen were struck with surges of white lightning, slamming into their guts and causing them to shudder as old and powerful magics rewrote their very identities.
Cally watched in surprise as they slimmed down, muscle mass vanishing, only for said mass to be redistributed to their butts and chests. Short hair tumbled down into long manes, gruff faces became made-up and feminine visages, bulges in pants retreated inwards. Even their clothes shifted, rearranging and shortening into skimpy clubbing outfits. Years of wrinkles were reversed as they reverted down to twenty-somethings. Their eyes, wide with terror, seemed to glaze over, replaced with lustful gazes given to each other as they giggled and held each other's hands. The two now-girls shared a kiss before heading off into the night, seemingly intent on sharing their highly sexualized bodies with someone.
The source of this sudden alteration was standing before Cally, eyes glowing white for a moment before her glittering hand lowered. The blonde radiated with magic stronger than ever before - looking at her was like looking into the well of mystical energy that had birthed the universe itself. Part of her felt almost like she ought to bow down and worship at the girl's feet - but the expression on her face was not that of a goddess, but of a very tired, very dejected woman whose eyes soon fluttered closed, before she collapsed to the ground.