Fairy-Struck
The hag above me cackled as if it were all a magnificent joke and then she jumped into the car with us.
Three blades swung at her but although she appeared old, she was very nimble and dodged them all. As she seemed to dance and spin around our weapons, a bunch of bogles poured in through the roof. The little, wicked goblins climbed over Torquil and Tiernan like a wave of foul-smelling, bubbly-skinned, chubby-limbed munchkins; shrieking and stabbing with their little obsidian daggers.