She had waited long enough for her moment.
With sudden ferocity, she charged forward and stabbed Fitch in the back with her sword of cursed ice. He let out a cry as the frozen blade pierced his armor and burrowed deep into his shoulder, dark magic racing through his veins.
"You treacherous witch!" the lead assassin roared, whirling to counterattack Selina. But Crystal intercepted him, clashing her icy sword against his dagger in a shower of sparks. She gave Selina time to withdraw as the assassin pressed his assault.
"Protect Lord Fitch!" he commanded his fellow assassins. Two moved to support their leader, pulling him back from the clash. The ice lodged in his shoulder radiated menacing magic, resisting all efforts to remove it.
Fitch grimaced against the searing pain. "Curse you and your treachery, Selina!" he spat through clenched teeth. Already his strength was waning as the frozen shard worked its sorceries.
