Elder Blood Witcher 34 And.... Throat Punch!

The Basilisk seems to have taken a beating from the Villagers, while they cant pierce it's scales they still managed to bruise it and with it's weakness to fire they seem to have done a small amount of damage. Reima runs at the Basilisk and blocks it from tearing another man apart before shouting at them, "GET BACK! TEND TO YOUR WOUNDED!"

This is the first time Reima has had to fight a Draconoid but he feels he stands a decent chance due to his overpowered Ingi sign.

The Basilisk notices it's retreating prey and tries to lung for one before receiving a cut along it's face and successfully taking out it's right eye.

It gives a furious roar and swings a claw at Reima who backs away swiftly and tries to enter it's newly created blind spot.

It quickly turns around but receives a large gout of flames from Reima's direction, it quickly backs away from the flames before turning and flying away.

Reima pants, while the fight wasn't very long the adrenaline rush at fighting such a like beast gave Reima goose b.u.mps. As the Basilisk flies away some Villagers cheer, while the rest scream and cry while holding their dead.

A man drags himself infront of Reima who had just sheathed his sword.
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The man holds out the mauled remains of his son? It's difficult to tell the gender but the man quickly corrects him. "Master Witcher! Please, avenge my son! My Wife! Slay that Demon who murdered my family!" His wailing was quickly followed by the other Villagers, some demanded him to fight while others wanted him to leave and to "Take all the freaks and monsters with ye!".

Reima clears his throat loudly, "I am Reima Ludvig! A witcher! If you want me to stray from my journey and hunt the beast then I will require coin for my services!"

Some of the Villagers seem appalled at the idea of paying him and start verbally abusing him while the grieving ones start sc.r.a.ping some money together.

One young man approaches him and shouts in his face and spraying spittle everywhere. "The Eternal fire warned us of Non-humans like you! How are we to know that it wasn't you who brought that beast into the village to demand pay for removing it!" He spits on the ground and tries to rouse the crowd.

Reima "If you want it dead then pay me, I'm not a charity and I'm certainly not going to a.s.sist racists to propagate further" He looks at the young man standing infront of him. "And you better get out of my face! Even someone as stupid as you should know not to anger me."

The man backs away with a scowl on his face.

Reima "I didn't say I would charge you exorbatant fees, I grieve for your lost loved ones as you do, but if I'm to risk my life and spend valuable resources combating the beast, the least I can get is a reward!" He glares at the young racist and points at him, "I don't stop you getting paid for giving cheap b.l.o.w.j.o.bs in alleyways do I? You should afford me the same courtesy!"

Young man "Did you just call me a f.a.ggot!?! f.u.c.k you Freak!" He tries to swing at Reima who deftly blocks it and punches the man in the throat. He falls on his a.s.s choking and spluttering,

Reima "Has anyone else got an issue with me getting paid? If so I'll leave you to deal with it yourselves!"

The crowd grumbles and eventually gathers 240 Ducats's, Reima isn't really interested in the money but the principle. Getting paid for good work is the basics for society to function, if he does the job for free, other folk will expect the same from other Witchers... And we all know how well that'll end.

Reima takes the pouch and decides to travel on foot, having his horse killed by a raging Basilisk seems like a waste. Considering he hasn't even named the d.a.m.ned thing yet it would be a ma.s.sive waste of resources.

Looking at the direction that the Basilisk had flown to he looks around to see if it's wound is still bleeding, gotcha. Small but noticeable drops of blood lead into a marsh not too far away from the village. He follows it while grimacing at his feet getting wet in the bog, he continues travelling in the vague direction for around 10 minutes when a Bilge Hag burst out of the water while flinging what Reima hopes is mud.

"I haven't got time... For your s.h.i.t!" He says as he blinks behind it and severs it's head from it's body. He leaves the corpse floating in the shallow bog for the ghouls to eat and continues in the direction of the Basilisk.

Eventually he finds more drops of blood leading up a hill and out of the marsh, he hears the heavy breathing of the Basilisk and his Medallion almost violently tugs at his neck.

He finds it resting against a large tree and devouring what looks to be the remains of a Drowner.

Reima slowly creeps into it's right blind spot and gets within a few meters of it. He dashes out and extends both hands and forms a double Igni blasting a concentrated stream of flames at it's face.

It gives a shrill and pained cry as it tries to cover it's face, Reima notices it trying to look around but not finding anything... Must have melted it's other eye with that attack. He watches it try and flail at it's attacker but fails to notice him appearing above it with a quick blink. Reima drives his sword down into it's charred face and manages to pierce its brain.

Leaving the sword in it's skull Reima sits next to the tree to rest for a moment.

"I hate marshes."