Bewitching Battle On Curdi, Pirate Adventures (16)

Completely reckless, I charged forward advancing quickly toward her retreating form. I gazed in concave eyes, her left arm stirred unimpressed by the fury of my scorn. I raised my hand and lunged with my knife; she quickly sidestepped and I felt a blow befall the right side of my head cold as ice, stunned, I kissed the ground, then shaken rose. She was more agile than expected accomplished with the weapon of her craft, I was more cautious, feinting, protecting my flank as the witch spun her deadly staff. I circled wide looking for a weakness hunched over keeping my head and body low, pressing close, hard, then retreating as her eyes shone with a venomous glow. I switched knife hands blade in then jutting out; she countered with unimaginable skill, I used the uneven stones to create a rout moving in sharply for the kill. I grasped her and splayed her upon the altar; she kicked away my knife cutting her leg, I attempted strangling with renewed fervor ridding the world of this treasonous sage. Powerful spells, words spewing from her lips hoarse incantations with bedeviling sounds unknowing I slowly loosened my grip, her staff knocked me unconscious to the ground.