Cuts a dead witch apart

By the time the dead witch had regained her feet, the saber was back in my left hand and I was ready.

I had no choice but to cut her into pieces. How else could I terminate her attack?

Soon she had no arms or legs and could not even crawl. There was no blood—just a trickle of vile black fluid. To be sure, I sliced off her head and held it up by the hair. Her eyes gazed back at me, full of fury, and her lips twitched as if she would speak. In disgust, I flung her head as far away as possible. Then I picked up the leather sack, retrieved my saber, wiping it clean on the torso of the dismembered witch, and went back toward the ladder with Hom scampering at my heels.

B11 C16