Dodges flail

Now Grimalkin whirled away from her enemy, moving widdershins in a circling retreat towards our table. I became concerned. The tactic seemed ill-advised. At this distance the warrior could once more wield his deadly orb effectively against her. He began to whirl it above his head, faster and faster, readying himself for the killer blow. Grimalkin stepped towards him, as if placing herself in the perfect position and waiting for the spiked orb to crush her. My heart was in my mouth. I thought it was all over.

But when the weapon descended, the witch assassin was no longer there. The orb struck the table a terrible blow, sending dishes and goblets crashing to the floor. And then Grimalkin committed herself, aiming directly for the slit in the helmet that marked the position of her enemy’s unseen left eye. Her blade struck home and a great scream of pain filled the hall.

B6 C15