Burn, witch! Burn!

Laura rushed to Richard, and the sound of a shot seemed to awaken Camille.

Her face contorted into a grimace of rage and hatred, she raised her hand and muttered "ialpor ef ozol amma babalond".

From the hand - a cord of flame flickering like coals escaped and rushed to Laura and the inquisitor ....

Laura does not think for a moment - she closed it with herself ....

And the flame touched her, and changed! Along the flames, a golden wave swept back to the witch's hand. The flames did no harm to Laura, but Camille's hand was twisted and turned black. The witch cried out and fell to her knees, clutching at a crippled limb.

"No... no! NO! It can't end like this! Peter, kill her! Now!" The witch cried out.

Laura jumped to her feet and ran towards her.

"Yes, my love, now I'll kill her..." - Peter, like a zombie, reached for an **** rifle, Laura swung her broadsword down on the shoulder of Camilla's burned arm. The blow automatically fell on the unsharpened side of the blade, so that the witch, instead of dying, flew back, squealing in pain, and another shot rang out from above. Laura was lucky, Peter's condition did not allow him to aim well, so the bullet only smashed the TV, passing a couple of centimeters from the girl's head.

From the blow, the broadsword flew out of the hands of Laura herself, so she pulled the shotgun off her shoulder and, without thinking, fired in the direction of the bewitched husband. From the barrel of a gun - a sheaf of fire escaped. He, oddly enough, did not singe objects, but Peter flared up and fell to the ground.

"Burn, witch! Burn!" - Laura turned around and fired at the place where Camille was a moment ago. However, the witch had enough of those seconds that Laura spent on her husband to use them correctly.

The witch was too close. The flame went right over her head, nowhere. And then Camille straightened up and with her good hand drove the elaborate black ritual knife into Laura's chest.