Kali

I needed to bring the supplies to my witch, it was why I went out to get them in the first place. I climbed up the stairs of the inn, hauling the rucksack and feeling the familiar twitching in my trousers. After the successes of the day, I was feeling nearly invincible.

I opened the door and looked in, finding Kali on the bed. She sat demurely, her pale legs crossed at the ankles. She smiled as I entered, jumping to her feet. "Master, you're back!"

"And I have these," I lifted the rucksack. "It better worth it. Had a long day because of it; though not really a bad one."

I set the rucksack down and looked at Kali. Her hand raised as she moved towards me, her false face beaming.

"Kali?"

Something crashed into my chest with the **** of a warhammer. My ribs cracked inwards, piercing the skin and leaving a mangled ruin of my chest. I crashed into the wall, wood splintering and stabbing, and fell to the ground in a lump. Breath came hard, whistling through my body but not filling it, and I looked up in shock at my ****.

"Fool." The word reached me, wavering in my mind as everything began to blur in the corners. "Don't underestimate a witch."

A light gathered above her hand, and she swung it down.

Crack!