Elder Blood Witcher 390 The Iron Giant Is Not Friendly!

Reima and Ciri watch as she makes her preparations to fight the golem he had summoned.

Ciri "Youknow, that thing reminds me of an earth elemental Vesemir used to drone on about."

Reima nods, "I've never seen one but Vesemir kept telling me the same story about how he slew one to save a damsel before... Well, I prefer to forget about that part."

Ciri grimaces before nodding, "Is there a reason Witchers always brag about their s.e.xual conquests?" she asks.

Reima shrugs, "Most live for incredibly long periods of time so bedding women is probably the most notable thing that happens to them, aside from slaying monsters."

As the duo talk about Vesemir's glory days Nerissa has completed her preparations.

The young girl stands wearing a white sundress and no shoes, her black hair hangs below her shoulder blades while her red eyes glare at the soldier, her left hand has huge red claws extending from her fingers while her right is wielding a large red sword, completely blunt except for the point.

She kicks off the floor roughly, causing some dust to be forced up from the sheer force of it, the golem explodes into life and slams the mace down at her with enough strength to seriously injure her, as the room calculates any impacts it causes to prevent deaths.

The girl who's still mid air twists and taps the floor with her sword to change her trajectory, this causes her to avoid the mace while being in a perfect position to strike. She forces all of her momentum into her front foot while pivoting and lunging to pierce the soldiers kneecap, the red sword pierces it, all the while creating a screeching grinding sound from the metal being destroyed.

The golem stumbles due to losing the function of one of it's legs, it tries to put some weight on it but it's knee folds inwards, causing it to fall backwards, where the young vampiress hops atop it to take advantage of it's p.r.o.ne position. Not wasting any time she flips forwards while plunging the sword into it's visor, causing it's limbs to jolt before stilling permanently.

The duo who had just finished talking about Vesemir's tale of him getting tricked into sleeping with a water hag look over, slightly surprised that Nerissa had destroyed the golem so quickly. Reima claps which has the young vampire blushes slightly before returning to her neutral expression.

Nerissa "More."

Reima doesn't object and waves his arm, creating another slightly larger iron golem.

This time they watch intently as the young vampiress slowly decimates it, piece by piece with an aggressive precision they hadn't seen before in the girl.

Reima "Atleast she's getting her aggression out?" he ponder out loud, wondering what is was like for the girl to almost permanently be in her rabbit form.

Ciri nods, "It's a shame she can't use magic, otherwise we could include her in our magical practises."

Reima "All races have negatives and positives... Trolls are stupid but durable, unicorns are pure but timid, humans are weak but spread quickly... Vampires? Super strong, super fast, but unable to use magic... That and their weakness to sunlight."

Ciri "I don't buy that theory, what about dragons?"

Reima "Incredibly low birth rates, and it takes centuries for them to fully grow." he states with a shrug.

...

Ciri "Djinns." she says with a victorious smirk on her face.

Reima crosses his arms, "Lacking a physical form and therefore incredibly easy to seal, that and it's incredibly rare for one to com about."

Ciri "Ok, how about our blood? How does that fit in with your "Balance of nature" theory.?"

Reima "Our blood is artificial, as Avalac'h must have told you. It's unnatural, like most incredibly powerful ent.i.ties nature itself usually doesn't like their presence, though it doesn't seem to mind ours, probably because our power is linked elsewhere?" he slowly says, trying to rationalise his argument but only creating more questions.

*SCREEEEEEEEEE*

Reima haphazardly waves his hand, creating another golem for the vampire while he ponders over whether his theory holds any weight to it, or it's just correlating things that support it, while negating things that'd disprove it.

Reima "Either way, everything has a weakness, you just gotta look for it." he says remembering Vesemir saying something similar to him in his early Witcher training.

Ciri "Oh yeah, before I forget... How good are you at dancing?" she asks.

Reima "... Er, not good at all... I heard Arie was taught to dance in-case he ever had to attend a high society function but Geralt... Geralt doesn't dance..."

Ciri laughs at this, "I've seen him dance before, but that was after the others almost drowned him in drinks... I think we'll have to attend Mcgonagalls dancing lessons as I am very rusty, I doubt I could even cursty properly anymore." she says with a weird expression.

Reima "I thought you say you didn't like to dance?"

Ciri "I don't, but with you and a couple drinks? I could get into it." she says with a smile.