Elder Blood Witcher 539 Chortling During A Figh

They climb down but begin to hear roars in the distance, Geralt recognising them to be from a Chort or a Fiend.

Geralt "Hmm, they're approaching. Get ready for a fight." he growls out while unsheathing his Silver Blade.

The group back up against the cliff so the Flame Guard can cover every direction, the Prospects spreading out and climbing atop the various downed trees for an ambush.

Ciaran pats Sif on the back and the giant wolf unsheaths the absolutely huge sword from it's back, it having been the most difficult weapon to plate in silver.

Zoltan stands beside Geralt with his axe in-hand, believing the safest place to get some action would be beside him.

Priscilla had stepped forwards with her Scythe ready just as a Chort sprints into view, it's horn large and fur thick, its eyes are red as it stares at the half breed and charges her.

A fireball hits the Chort and sears some fur and flesh but it continues towards Priscilla, she feints to one side while stepping to the other, her Scythe spinning to gain momentum before finally striking. As the Chort pa.s.ses she slices upwards at its neck, cutting cleanly through half of it and making it spew blood everywhere. Its legs tremble and its charge is cut short as it falls to the side, dead.

Zoltan "Eeey? That thar' was one of them Fiends right? 'Eard about em destroying whole villages alone... GOOD JOB La.s.s!" he shouts, however as he does so another roar echoes through the valley, followed by another, and another.

Geralt "Must be more than three of them.. Hmm, mating season?" he wonders aloud.

Not long after the first Chort was slain two more come charging into the valley from two different places, however as soon as one enters the clearing Ciaran steps before it with her s.h.i.+eld raised, the Chort charges into her however she holds her ground and is simply only pushed by backwards by the creature. While she's got its attention Sif comes from behind and swings his blade down, the heavy weapon landing on the creatures back and severing its spine, paralysing it from the waist down.

The other attempts to charge into the Flame Guard s.h.i.+eld wall but while it does so the Prospects drop from the trees and impale their weapons into it's back, some a thrown off but most strike true. This forces the beast's attention away from the group and towards the masked individuals who'd attacked it.

Risryn sprints forwards from the group and launches herself into the air, managing to avoid the beast's horns as it tries to strike her. Once she's atop it she grabs a horn and stabs her silver plated sword into one of its eyes. It roars and tries to buck her off, however she channels Fold energy into her hand and palm strikes the back of its neck while casting Shockwave.

*CRACK!*

The shockwave pa.s.ses through the Chorts body, causing its legs to collapse as it's internal organs are either instantly crushed or heavily bruised.

With the beast on the floor the rest of the Prospect charge in and stab their weapons into its vulnerable areas, eyes, neck, a.n.u.s, t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es, and sides included.

While this is happening Geralt had gone forwards to inspect an area with heavy foliage that was giving off an odd vibe, his medallion was shaking from just being near it. Using Aard he blows away the foliage and reveals a large hole...

*Roooooaaarr!*

It seems something didn't want to be disturbed, Geralt muses to himself as he steps back and prepares for combat. From the hole huge claws grab the side and pull the rest up, revealing something larger than all of the Chorts had been.

Gerat "Fiend, an old one. Smell must've been what the Chorts were looking for." he mutters aloud.

Zoltan "Well there's no time to speculate now Geralt! It's about to charge us!"

Geralt throws his hand to the floor, using the Yrden sign which should slow the Fiend should it charge them. However, behind him the Pyromancers had already unleashed a few fireb.a.l.l.s at the beast, infuriating it and causing its third eye to open in response.

Geralt "Don't look at its eye!" he shouts, to no avail as it was already too late. The only people not caught in its illusion were the Flame Guard behind their tower s.h.i.+elds, a few Prospects, Zoltan and Priscilla.

The Fiend charges forwards preparing to slash them to pieces with it's claws, though it's slowed significantly by the Yrden trap that allows Zoltan and Geralt to evade safely. Ciri who'd been observing the fight blinks above the Fiend and lands on its back to give deal some damage as it charges, though the cuts are superficial.

It continues running and actually manages to swipe at a few disorientated Prospects who die instantly, though will luckily resp.a.w.n back in Kaer Morhen.

Priscilla approaches it, her Scythe being infused with a strange energy. It swipes as her but she stabs the offending hand with her Scythe, the black misty energy manifesting around the new wound. The Fiend's arm drops lifelessly to the ground and almost topples over as it tries to rest its weight on it.

Geralt and Zoltan take advantage of this, the Dwarf burying his axe in its hind-leg while Geralt stabs its belly, dragging the blade out which disembowels it.

It falls to its side but still tries to strike at them despite its injuries. Priscilla buries her Scythes blade into its skull to finally kill the beast, ending the fight abruptly.

Zoltan "Remind me not to follow ye out 'ere again Geralt... This is too much excitement for this Dwarf." he says as he slumps to the floor breathing heavily.