CHain cast

I concentrated, staring hard at my target, Morwena, who was almost within arm’s length of Grimalkin now. Time seemed to slow. Everything became utterly silent. Morwena was no longer moving. I wasn’t breathing. Even my own heart seemed to have stopped.

I cracked the silver chain and cast it toward the witch. It formed a perfect spiral in the air, shimmering in the moonlight; it seemed to be the only thing moving. It fell over her, tightening itself against her teeth and arms so that she toppled to her knees. Sound rushed back into my ears. I breathed out and heard Grimalkin let out her own great sigh of relief before easing a long blade from her belt and advancing purposefully toward her enemy.

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