Fairy-Struck
This cap, which Redcaps reportedly soaked in the blood of their victims, was dark brownish-red, crusty at the edges, and smelled of death.
I flailed; casting a hand toward him and setting his clothes on fire. The scent of burning decay hit me, and he roared but his grip didn't slacken. Instead, he fell back; knocking metal dumpsters aside as he rolled in the muck. I found myself tossed along with him until the flames went out. The damn redcap knew about stop, drop, and roll.
I reached for the fairy magic inside me; desperate enough to try anything. A twinkling shiver crept through me but before I could do anything with it, the redcap knocked me on the head with his other fist and the world w