Decapitation

She ran towards me, kicking up leaves, her hands extended to claw at my face or squeeze my throat. She was fast for a dead witch; very fast. But not fast enough. With my left hand, I drew the largest of my blades from its scabbard at my hip. As you know, this knife is not crafted for throwing; it is more akin to a short sword, with razor-sharp edges. I leaped forward to meet Grim Gertrude, and with one blow I cut her head clean from her shoulders.

B9 C18