Pins a witch

HER claws were just inches from Judd’s left leg when I stabbed downward with the sword, transfixing her through the heart and pinning her, facedown, to the floorboards.

The witch struggled desperately to free herself, growling deep in her throat, spitting blood, and shaking her long matted hair from side to side. Her long-taloned hands clenched and unclenched, and she twisted her head to look up at me, ill wishing me with her venomous eyes.

B10 C17