Iona
Furious at her retort, the witch licked her lips and with a guttural voice, picked up the axe in the air and brought it down in an arc. "You are pathetic!" she growled and was about to strike her when her body jerked and she arched back. The axe fell down from her hand as cold black blood sprayed on Anastasia's face and body. She turned her head like an owl to see what happened. Upon the sight, she snarled, showing her pointy teeth and fangs tipped with dried blood. "You—" Before she could complete her sentence, yet another bolt of black orb mixed with orange fiery light hit her head making her fall to her side right beside Anastasia. Anastasia screamed.