The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

The boy was dealt with for now. There was no more retaliation from him and so the and moved onto his next target - the witch herself. She was quick to react to his knee, she was battle-worn and had quite the instinct for it - but so did he. The moment he felt her teeth against his limb, he shoved it deeper into her maw to avoid any patella damage and instead let her sink her teeth into the muscles around it and planted his foot down, allowing it to move with her motions instead of fighting against it. He was larger, physically stronger despite the one leg who was taking major damage to it. 

His one side burned from the knee to the flank but as the adrenaline coursed through his veins he twisted around, moving his hind portion as little as possible. Maw poised and ready to grab her hock. Should he take hold of his target, he had every intention to grip it in his vice and crush.