Stabs a Water Witch while underwater

I pulled the knife from my belt and tried to relax. Don’t fight. Let her pull you back. Wait your chance. . . .

Over my shoulder I glimpsed open jaws, huge canine teeth ready to bite. It was a water witch! So I thrust my knife toward that ferocious face. The water made it difficult, slowing my arm, but the blade made contact and I pushed it home just as hard as I could. For a second nothing happened. Then my ankle was released.

B5 C23