Elder Blood Witcher 515 One Battle Over While Another Begins.

The attack from Reima moved across the land like a roiling sea of red fire, the Prospects who were previously frozen were all killed and returned back to the altar as the wave continued. The land underneath where it past was covered in ashes and scorched earth, fertile but lifeless. However even after the wave of fire petered out the surround trees and plant-life were still aflame, forcing ridicules amounts of smoke into the sky which would almost certainly be seen around for miles, if not more.

Solaire crack's next to Reima like a bolt of lightning and smiles, "My word! Now this is what I call Jolly Cooperation!"

Reima "You won't make me forget that I won Solaire." he states with crossed arms.

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Solaire "Nonsense! This was a team effort... If not for me then your attack would have been useless!" he says mock-seriously.

Reima shakes his head, "Whatever, let's head back and see how everyone else got on." he says as he begins walking back to the keep, though half way back he notices small patches of black ooze retreating into his shadow, probably the Abyssal Creatures he'd accidentally killed.

Once the duo finally make it back inside the walls they notice everyone standing there and looking at the huge cloud of smoke in the sky. There's one stray hound of the Wild Hunt left that gets stomped on by Coaugh which brings everyone back to reality.

Reima "The Wild Hunt retreated! We've won!" he shouts, causing everyone to cheer and hoot at the not so hard-fought victory.

Ciri comes out of the keep with Nerissa and approaches him along with Geralt, the former asking the question most prominent in her mind. "Did we manage to kill Eredin?" he asks.

Reima frowns and shakes his head, "No... He escaped before I could get to him. I'd thought he would only appear at the latter half of the battle and so waited... But he still managed to escape."

Geralt "Either way, they won't dare attack Kaer Morhen again anytime soon. The amount of men they lost is sure to put a dent in their troops, even for world ruling race." he grunts out.

The shield being cast by Yennefer and Dumbledore slowly collapses in on itself as they dispel it, the duo disappearing from the top balcony and making their way down to the courtyard.

Kuretz, Talem, Kalini and Risryn walk up and clap Reima on the shoulder, "Bro! Being frozen, then burned to death f.u.c.king hurts!" he complains as a few of the Prospects nod in agreement.

Reima "My bad... You gotta admit though, it was cool."

Kuretz "Well obviously, you just came down like a G.o.d of fire and destroyed those guys!" he exclaims.

Next to him Priscilla appears out of nowhere while still wielding her b.l.o.o.d.y scythe, probably after dispelling her invisibility. Kuretz jumps in surprise at her sudden appearance and barely managed to hold in his girly shriek.

Solaire crosses his arms, "Ah, I see you got your hands dirty." he states while looking the blood covered Half-breed up and down.

Priscilla shakes some blood from her hand, "I got bored firing my bow from afar." she states.

Zoltan walks up with a b.l.o.o.d.y axe and happily grabs Geralt by the shoulder, "Your boy 'as got some strong but peculiar friends Geralt!"

Geralt shrugs, "Hmm, yeah he does... I wonder what they'll all be doing now.." he muses.

Zoltan laughs "Ignore that quandary, you know how we normally celebrate a victory Geralt?!"

Geralt "I'd a.s.sume it's something with alcohol."

Zoltan laughs "Of course it is! Nothin' like a drink after a bout of fightin!... Though, er. I am not sure I have enough drinks for everyone..."

Kuretz "'Zat you say about drinks?" he asks, his alcohol-spidey sense picking up talk of drinks.

Zoltan "Eh, Kuretz is yer name? You happen to bring any drinks from that world along wit'ya?" he inquires.

Kuretz "No, I drank all my stock a couple years ago.. The one person you can count on having drinks though is Reima." he says pointing at said person who's chatting with Risryn, Talem and Ciri.

Zoltan "Is that so?... Geralt... You mind askin your boy for some brewskies?" he says with a chuckle.

Geralt shrugs, "Fine." he relents and starts walking over, not consciously ever denouncing Zoltan's use of "Your boy".

Ciri eyes Risryn as she talks with Reima about the events in her own world, it was pretty interesting but something else was bothering her... "Risryn right? What's your relationship with Reima?" she asks.

Risryn tilts her head slightly at the sudden question, "Why do you ask?"

Ciri doesn't really know how to answer that, regardless she presses. "I juts want to know, you two seem close." she says.

Risryn smirks under her mask, "We are very close, socially and.. Physically." she says, trying to get a rise out of the obviously antagonistic girl.

Ciri frowns and is so irritated by the woman's answer that she doesn't notice the obvious bait. "Yeah?.. Well.. So am I." she says with a huff.

Risryn slowly nods but doesn't reply.

Ciri was expecting an answer, retort or even a reb.u.t.tal becomes angry with this woman's lack l.u.s.tre reactions. "What? If you have something to say then say it." she states.

Risryn looks back at her, "Oh, I was just thinking how Reima never spoke of you. You must have never crossed his mind." he says simply, however her verbal a.s.sault was a critical success.

Ciri "You b.i.t.c.h!" she exclaims as she jumps at Risryn while throwing a fist at her face. Risryn dodges with ease and is about to perform a palm strike on Ciri's chest when she teleports behind her and kicks her in the back. The two back away and are about to attack each other again, however Reima and Geralt step forward.

Reima/Geralt "That's enough!..."