Foot Long Fangs

The snake catapulted is bulk across the clearing. It's speed belied its size as it flashed through the intervening space.

Foot long fangs bared it cannoned into the tree with a loud thwack.

There was no witch.

Reeling from the impact, confused, it shook its head. Then turned, the witch was behind it somehow and it was pointing the stick it was holding. There was a bright white flash.

Minerva collapsed onto the ground. Around her the forest blazed, but at least the thing was dead now.

Maybe now she could take a proper moment to rest. Time for sleep.