Elbows a witch off a tower

While I stood there, the door began to open farther, pulled by unseen hands. It was almost half open when the first witch attacked. Her hair was long and hung down over her face; it parted to reveal one baleful eye, a hooked nose, and the slit of a sneering mouth. She ran straight at me, a long, thin blade in her left hand.

I took two rapid steps: the first backward, moving down; the second to the right.

Her wild swing missed my head by inches. Then I retaliated. I did not use a blade; I simply smashed my left elbow into the side of her head. That and her own momentum carried her over the edge of the steps. She screamed as she fell. Then there was a horrible thud as her body struck the boulders below. I glanced down and saw blood splattered on the rocks, black and wet in the moonlight.

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