The witch-woman's scream stabs through the stillness just as surely as the long spiral of the unicorn's horn stabs through her shoulder.

The beast's head rises triumphantly, pulling her body along with the motion and preparing to hurl her to the ground and dash her to death with its sharp hooves - when, impaled as she happens to be, the woman manages to swing herself around, point of the longer rock-glass knife plunging into the unicorn's eye and far into its skull.