Rodric takes a mighty swing against the struggling serpent, but the hide is like iron. He manages to pierce it, but does not do much damage. It is enough, however, to allow the other serpent to catch the wounded one in it's jaw. The serpents struggle again, lashing out at each other. Rodric manages to jump out of the way a moment before the entwined serpents crash into the stone column.
Meanwhile, Cedwyn gets back to his feet and spots the witch standing before the lord's throne. Saying a prayer, he charges at the witch. Just before he reaches her, the witch cries out in pain as if she had been injured. She is so consumed with it that she does not react as Cedwyn closes and makes no move to defend herself when Cedwyn runs her through. She gasps, her attention suddenly on Cedwyn, and clutches at the blade in her chest. She hisses in fury as she sinks to her knees and, which blood foaming her mouth, says, "Cymric dog! I curse you! May your line..."
She never finishes. Some sixth sense warms Cedwyn, and he releases his grip on his sword and rolls to the side as Powel's serpent, suddenly freed from combat, lunges at the witch. The serpent grabs the witch in powerful jaws, and snaps her clean in half as it carried her body forward to crush it against the wall.
In the aftermath, as your pulse slowly fades from your ears, you hear the thunder of someone trying to break down the door of the great room - likely more Saxons.
Powel, looking much older and very tired, leans against a nearby stone pillar, gasping for breath.
[Make a note - 10 glory each. Rodric for the strike on the serpent, and Cedwyn for taking down the witch.]
