I didn’t look back. Being the fastest runner for miles it was unlikely a witch hampered by stiff corsets could match the effectiveness of my fluid muscles. Again, it was arrogance which tripped my flight. Thinking I’d escaped, I eventually slowed to catch my breath.
Instantly, she tackled me to the ground with a strength I wouldn’t have guessed a silly witch could possess. I fought back viciously with fists, feet, and everything I’d got. She did the same.
We rolled and rolled, neither of us able to gain dominion over the other. I forget about laws and family, about everything but winning. I even forgot she was armed and not quite human. Against her power and muscle, nothing mattered. We became equal.
It was a battle of wills; mine against hers. When she held me down, I bit her arm. When
