You decide to concentrate your efforts on destroying your enemy.

You understand that if you do not make every effort to kill this half-elf woman, you will die along with the merchant Jodaz. You think that this scum half-elf probably has the ability to cast some more shitty spells that will just cause you to die.

Fortunately, your enemy does not currently have his dagger with him, which glows orange. You, overcoming the pain, remove this dagger from your wound, which is located just below your shoulder. You understand that this dagger is an enchanted weapon.

Suddenly, you remember what the merchant Jodaz told you about the capabilities of enchanted weapons.

You get an idea about how you can make this vile bitch die.

You are holding an enchanted dagger in your hand. You get up and quickly run towards this half-elf woman.

You see that she has already come close to Jodaz. You hear her again pronouncing the words of some kind of spell.

You understand that you do not have time to run close to her.

You throw an enchanted dagger. The dagger flies towards this half-elf woman.

The dagger overcomes the invisible protective barrier! The dagger's blade cuts across this half-elf woman's throat!

The dagger then falls to the ground.

You see flames escaping from the palms of this half-elf woman. But flames hit the roof of a nearby building due to the fact that a wound to the throat prevented her from aiming directly at Jodaz.

You see how after a second the flame disappears. You assume that the half-elf woman was unable to maintain the magical concentration of this spell due to her injury.

Finally, you run up to your enemy. You throw a powerful punch with your left fist into the chest of this half-elf woman. Her body is thrown aside. She fell to the ground. She is trying to get some thing that is attached to her belt. Blood flows from her throat wound.

You quickly run towards her. You slam your fists furiously into her throat. Her throat turns into a bloody mess. You feel her neck breaking from your powerful blows.

But you keep on hitting. Hit. Another blow.

After a minute, your battle rage subsides.

You look around the surrounding area. You see Jodaz hiding behind the cart. Tears flow from his eyes and he shakes with fear. You see a detachment of city guards who came to the battlefield. You see how local residents appeared and extinguished the roof of the building, which was damaged by the fire spell of this half-elf woman.

The city guards inspect the corpse of the half-elf woman and take the corpse away.

The city guards are questioning you, Jodaz, several locals, and local merchants. As a result of the interrogation, it becomes clear that you reasonably defended yourself against the attack. You and Jodaz are receiving basic medical care. Several guards accompany you and Jodaz to the trade guild buildings where your caravan is located.

It's almost night when you finally reach your caravan's location.

You say to Jodaz: “You called me a boring guy, Jodaz. So, I think that in the future I would prefer to be a little bored, rather than go on such “fun” walks.”

You winced at the pain in your right shoulder. Then you went to bed.