Spit

Scarabek gave a sudden shriek of anger and ran straight at her, knife raised. I didn’t see what happened next because she was obscuring my view of Alice. But she suddenly threw up her hand and gave a cry of pain, then stumbled to her knees. Alice laughed hysterically as Scarabek twisted towards me and staggered to her feet again.

The witch seemed to have forgotten all about Alice. She was now approaching me very slowly, unsteadily. But she was still holding the blade and her intent was clear. I noticed the mages staring at her with looks of utter horror on their faces. She was going to cut me – no doubt keeping a thumb-bone for herself. I was terrified.

But then I glanced up at her face and immediately saw why she had screamed. A nail had impaled her green left eye, and blood was running down her cheek. Alice must have pulled the nail out of the trunk with her teeth and had spat it into the witch’s eye with great force and accuracy.

B8 C25