Heart piercer

I looked up and saw Grimalkin balanced on the balls of her feet, taking careful aim. The witch assassin never missed – surely she wouldn’t this time? My heart was in my mouth, but I needn’t have feared. She thrust downwards powerfully, and her spear pierced the Fiend’s back. It went right through his body and, with an explosion of black gore, the bloodied point emerged from his chest. She’d speared his heart with silver. But would it be enough?

B8 C22