Mortobo spied the gathering mob of the village. He drew his knife. “Stay back,” he called out as the people drew near, “or I shall bring lightning down upon you.”
The people mumbled among themselves hesitantly, and the elder of the village was pushed forward.
“Mortobo,” his voice shook, “you are no longer welcome here.”
“No one commands Mortobo!”
The elder motioned to several warriors of the village. Five approached the witch.
Crack!
Lightning flew from Mortobo’s knife, and one man fell dead. The other four charged.
Crack! Crack!
Another two men fell before an ax was lodged in Mortobo’s head.
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