Disoriented

Voah held herself up, leaning drunkenly on her left arm, recovering from the witch’s forceful blast. She swayed. Strained gasps and ragged, guttural grunts were expelled as she sputtered with each breath. It was hard to breathe; hard to swallow as blood ran down her throat. Her lips were split, face bruised and battered, her left eye was swollen and her immaculate form was sullied with awful lacerations and contusions.

A feeling of disorientation rolled and sloshed like a rocking ship through her head which felt too heavy for her neck to hold up.

When her good eye focused, the holy woman saw the witch conjuring a final spell to close the book on her life. But something strange happened. The witch recoiled in slow horror as she was touched by Gonyaul who crouched like a nightmare at her feet. Suddenly the witch broke down.

Voah looked back and forth between the two and her initial bewilderment turned to a wave of pity for the tortured woman, but more so, she was concerned for Gonyaul who was a complete mess. Voah didn’t waste any more time. Another more fatal arrow strike was surely imminent. Fumbling around, Voah crawled over to cradle her beau, hugging his head in her arms.