Buried to the hilt

In one fluid motion she hurled the long knife towards me with terrible force. But I was not the target, and Grimalkin rarely missed.

Thin Shaun screamed, and his hand convulsed before releasing my hair. I turned and watched him fall to his knees in the mud, the knife up to its hilt in his chest. The mages around me panicked and started to move backwards, away from the witch.

B8 C14