A low grunt escaped from his throat when the conjoined witch's last spell almost hit Gala behind him.
The two heads were distracting him, and the fact that each head was using two hands made it appear as if he was fighting two enemies rather than one.
The conjoined witch was doing an excellent job of confusing him. Ajayka's head was on the left, while Carlia's was on the right. This is the part that confuses him a lot. The two heads would simultaneously use either the left or right hand, making their attacks unpredictable. In addition to their unpredictable tactics were their quick attacks.
It was hard for him to guess who was launching the attack and whom—between him and Gala—they were targeting with their attacks.
Drops of sweat dripped from his forehead onto his whole body, drenching the thin tunic he was wearing. His chest was heaving up and down erratically, his nostrils flaring up in both lassitude and exasperation.
