Chains lizzie

It was easier to cast a chain about a witch when she was moving right, left or away from you. But Lizzie was attacking again, running straight for me: this was the most difficult shot of all. I had no choice but to attempt it, so I cracked the chain, sending it spiralling towards her.

It dropped over her head, then down over her body, bringing her to her knees. The remaining knife fell from her grasp as the chain tightened. It wasn’t a perfect shot because it had dropped over her from shoulder to knee, leaving her head free. Usually a spook needed to bind a witch’s mouth so that she couldn’t chant dark magic spells, but this time it didn’t matter because her mouth was already stitched shut. A wave of relief washed over me. Under the circumstances the shot wasn’t so bad after all. I’d won. Throwing the chain was a skill I had honed to a fine art. All those long hours of practice with the post in the Spook’s garden had paid off again.

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