Attack, obviously

Garris runs to the edge of the roof, then lunges in a headfirst dive, tackling the witch. She screams as he lands a blow to her jaw, spilling blood over the dirt ground “where am I?” Garris demanded as the witch’s eyes grew with panic. She gave no answer. Garris spat as he got up, still holding her by her neck. He walked over to the cauldron and spotted his belongings, then shuffled through his bag till he revealed his hunting knife, then brought it up to her neck. “Ill ask you this one more time, Where am I?” The witch gave no verbal response, but instead reached for her chest and pulled down her rags showing of her DD breasts. She then leaned her head forward the second Garris’s grip on her loosened and kissed him, tongue and all.