mpbt15 audrey ax

The American girl drew her trusty fire ax from her knapsack and charged desperately towards the distracted Witch. With every ounce of strength she had, she rammed the ax head into the Witch's chest and connected. The Witch then wailed again as a crack appeared where the ax had struck, larger than the ones their salvos of shells had ever dealt. Were conventional weapons her weakness, perhaps? It did not matter – Audrey's strike was far from enough to put down the Witch.

As Audrey pulled out the ax to strike the Witch again, the Witch's stone hands suddenly swept sideways, swatting the American. The back of the hand slammed into Audrey with such force that she was sent flying backwards into one of the building's facades. Blood painted her white teeth and she felt as if her ribs were about to give way. Audrey did not let go of her fire ax or her neckerchief, but she did not have the strength to stand.

(Magia, Pacem, Bellum Terarrum, Chapter 15)