Neriti had put Xander at a major disadvantage by stripping him of his cards and weapons, but despite the odds being stacked against him, he had refused to give up. The witch never expected the Dreamwalker to use her own potions and brews against her.
"You can't hide from me, Dreamwalker. This isn't your world. The Dreamscape is my domain," the Red Witch cried aloud, her voice echoing across the fields.
"Who said anything about hiding?"
Hearing the Dreamwalker's voice, the witch turned around with a start, only to find Xander standing behind her. But he wasn't alone.
"Momma! He got me!" Bora squeaked fearfully as he tried to wriggle free from the Dreamwalker's grasp.
Xander was holding the Gremkin in his left hand while his right hand pressed a kitchen knife to the miscreant's chest.
While the witch was distracted by the smoke, Xander had used the opportunity to sneak up on her and abduct one of the Gremkins who had wandered too far.
