Heart of the Witch

He leaps towards her sword extended for the life ending thrust, hand out
to grapple. The sword slices into her, smoothly sliding through her
skin into her chest.

She is not invulnerable to harm, mortal weapons
have the same effect on her as all living creature only warded against magic. Only immortal until her heart is destroyed. 

She didn't expect the ploy, the simple steel sword, the lack of guile. The sword misses her heart, slicing past ever so close. Missing by chance, or a turn of the hand. His other hand hits her chest, caves it in and catches her heart. She turns semi solid, only half there. Shrouded.

He looks and see what he has, realises what he holds. Sees her. First time?
Last?

In shock he withdraws his hand. Confused. She steps towards
him. The black fades away and she regains her solidity, returns,
becomes firmly present again.

He sees her again, second time?

She rushes towards him. Embraces him, Giggles. He leans into her, braces
them. 

Fin