Morningside Cuesta kill the witch

His flesh was torn, but he had freed himself. Amadeus ran on long bony legs, but he could not ignore the insults of a lesser being. His head flipped back to preach, but he had the sense to keep running.

You harbour a woman fled from her rightful place, hag. The Paragon will punish you just as harshly. His eyes felt as though they could be burning with pure passion. This was what had brough him here, surely. It was destiny. Your children will never grow to be even half a man. A threat or an insult, Easy could take her pick.

Amadeus fled westward for the hollow where he would call for Ambra to tend to his wounds. He would need to rethink his approach for next time.