K.C. threw his sword, watched it pierce the confused hag through her left thigh, spun in the air, caught the staff, threw it at the creature and landed with a roll. He stood in time to see the creature fall, the staff pierced the back of her neck and through her throat. The beast lay face down on the ground. "Well," K.C. called, clapping his hands. "Job's a goodun." He strode to the body and removed the weapons from it before kneeling and examining. He was about to start taking notes, when the creature erupted into flame and disappeared, leaving a body shaped burn on the dry, fall grass. "Strange." K.C. muttered, mostly to himself.