Attack her

Dirk knew he couldn't escaped. As crazy as it sounds to attack the dreaded Black Reaver, it was his only choice. Maybe he could knock her down while she was momentarily distracted. Dirk hurdled over the shrinking troll and rushed at the witch.

Eilwy pulled out an empty bottle from her pouch and looked up in surprise at a young man barreling toward her. Before she could react, he tackled her, knocking her off feet. She hit her head on a tree root and was momentarily dazed, but quickly recovered. Eilwy tried to kick him, but he just grunted and pinned her leg down with his own. He was nowhere near as strong as the troll, but still superior to her physical strength. She would need her magic to escape.

Dirk was unsure of what to do next. He had succeeded in tackling the witch, but still could not escape before she recovered. He wrapped his hands around her neck, hoping to render her ****.

"Fira!" Eilwy gasped a quick spell as she placed her hands on her assailant's chest. It was a fairly weak spell, but had a short incantation. Her hands glowed bright red and quickly burned through the front of Dirk's tunic. Moaning as intense heat spread to his bare chest, Dirk grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from him, pinning them above her head.

Now able to breathe, Eilwy was in a slightly better position, but definitely not in the position she wanted to be in! She'd had enough of being pinned down for one day! She would teleport away, then make him suffer!

Oh crap! She was chanting again! Dirk's hands were full, so he did the only thing he could.

"Iscalia-mmm" Eilwy's chant was suddenly cut off as Dirk leaned down and pressed his lips firmly on hers. She tried to wriggle out from beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest with only her thin robe between them.