Feint

We were fighting in a confined space, down in a large, gloomy cellar with only one door. Steps led upwards, but he was standing between me and my escape route. I feinted with my staff, and when he responded to block it, I changed the direction of my swing and made contact with his right temple. It was a good strong blow and he dropped to one knee. I hit him again - a hard crack on his shoulder. Then I ran for it - up the steps and towards the open door.

The Banshee Witch