Inkmatas, the fire witch was astonished by her beauty.
She lifted her hands to touch her body and started to chant.
Before she had a chance to finish the sentence, Maskull stepped behind the witch and managed to grab hold of her neck and throat.
Although he held the witch in a choke hold she refused to yield.
The witch chanted louder.
Inkmatas's hand slowly rose towards her throat, still her hands were pressed to her breasts.
Inkmatas released his hold and a small moan came out of the witch's mouth.
Now both of their hands were on their neck and she could no longer hold the wand, but she showed no sign of having lost her