"Wi.. Witch!"
The other man yelled, his eyes wide in shock.
The knights knew that what happened before them wasn't a trick.
She wasn't there at first, but she appeared into thin air, holding the man's hair and pulling his head back before blood spluttered out of his neck as a cut slowly appears.
Her head was the first to appear then her neck, her shoulders, her torso, her hips, down to her legs until her whole body can be seen.
If it's not witchcraft then what is it?
"I probably am a witch." Jannah agreed halfheartedly to the man's name calling, "But you see, messing with me or my people is your last straw to pull."
The man opened his mouth to say something, only to buckle forward, her dagger thrown through his skull.
She didn't bat an eye to the man, already used to killing people.