The battle was hard fought, but the Phouka managed to swing hard and take off the head of the Milesian before him. Then he had time to watch Curnen. The nail had scratched through the pale, thin skin and black smoke coiled up out of the wound. The creature shrieked in pain and fury and tried to shake her off. Phouka could see it had no hope. The vicious little faerie had very nearly finished him off.