With a terrible smell of burning feathers, the Witches swooped.
When Witches attack, they assault all your senses at the same time. Their stink is unbearable, the worst smell you can possibly imagine. Their scream is like the shriek of five hundred angry foxes, and it buries itself in your brain and reverberates around your head till you feel like you might go crazy.
“WARRIORS! WIZARDS! GIANTS! LYNXES!” cried Sychorax. “Stop fighting each other! Fight THE WITCHES!”
And Encanzo held up his staff and yelled out the same orders.
Sychorax and Encanzo didn’t really need to shout those instructions.
The noise and the smell were so horrid that the Wizards and the Warriors were instinctively banding together to fight these new, terrifying assailants.
Warriors and Wizards and giants were in one instant fighting back to back, on the same side. But there was an astonishing number of the Witches, a cloud of them, like a swarm of gigantic malevolent crows.
The Witches were happy to attack the Magic things. But they were still afraid of the Warriors, and they couldn’t attack them like the Kingwitch could.
“HOLD FAST! DEFEND YOUR POSITIONS!” cried Sychorax, that great war leader. “FIGHT THE WITCHES TOGETHER!”