The Wolf and the Swallow [for rrichmon]

[Aeternam]

Weavess didn't expect Ciri to reach her sword so quickly; as such, before she even materialized once again the girl had already picked it up. But now there was no retreating. The last of the Crones appeared right in front of Ciri and targeted the girl's neck with both her hands. All she needed to do was snap it - snap it, and it would all be over.

[rrichmon]

Ciri picked up the blade and blindly swung it in the direction of the crows that were flocking close to her.

[Aeternam]

The Crone wasn't expecting that - just as she appeared, ready to attack, a sword slashed right through her chest. It wasn't a fatal blow, but still drew a lot of blood. Weavess had to think quick now; she let her body fall to the ground and didn't move, pretending to be dead. She only hoped that Ciri would fall to the trick, and it would give her enough time to recover and escape.

[rrichmon]

Ciri dropped to a knee seeing that she had appeared to have finally fought off the crones. she breathed deeply and felt the scratch on her chest where her shirt used to cover up her cleavage. it wasn't deep.

Ciri begins to look over her fallen pray checking to see if any were alive. She first checks Whispess, the crone had finally bled out, she walks to brewess kicking the large crones side the Crones arm drops to the bloody water limply. she was dead as well.

Ciri approaches the last downed crone noticing the bugs around her eyes. she takes a closer look

[Aeternam]

As she lay there in silent fury, there's nothing Weavess wishes more than a chance to kill the ashen haired girl. Once the powerful Ladies of Wood, now reduced to one - the three Crones, of which two were now dead. But Weavess was not a fool. She knew there was no way she could slay the child of the Elder Blood alone. But she could do something else.

Waiting for the moment Ciri touched her, the Crone stayed there, pretending to be dead. As she feels her body being touched, Weavess makes her move; lightning quick, the last Crone gets up and tries to reach for Ciri's neck, but secretly aiming for another thing: the girl's witcher medallion.

Weavess's hand touches the medallion chain and takes it off, and in a blink of an eye the Crone is gone, replaced by nothing more than crows, one of them carrying Vesemir's medallion away. She knew this time defeating the girl would be impossible, but knew also that Ciri would eventually try to take it back. Hopefully, by that time Weavess would be ready to get vengeance.

[rrichmon]

Ciri in shock from the choke. She felt for sure the Crone had passed but was fooled so easily she didn't even react like a witcher should she grabbed at the hand instead of attempting to cut the monster with her sword and after being pushed and knocked into the mud she no longer felt the medalion that was her memento from Vesemir, her instructor.

Ciri:"come here!" she threw her sword at the crone but it burst into a hundred crows and escaped through the roof of the cave to which all she could mutter was "dammit".

She felt a tug at her heart the last thing she had from Vesemir was yanked from her. She felt alone but couldn't weep. she looked up.

Ciri:"Geralt!" she pleaded as she sprinted outward from the cave climbing out the same way she got in and charging up the path towards Imlerith's throne. She was so fast from the adrenaline reaching her body that it didn't take long for the ashen haired woman to reach the opening witnessing a sword fight between Geralt and the general(commander?) of the wild hunt.

She bit her lip, as she watch the two struggle with tears in her eye from losing her chain she gripped the sword and unsheathed it waiting for an opportunity to strike.

[Aeternam]

As the crows disappeared high in the sky, a few dozens of meters above the place where Ciri and the Crones fought, Geralt of Rivia and Imlerith, a general of the Wild Hunt, fought a ferocious battle. The Witcher's eyes widened as his foe disappeared, leaving no more than a blue mist behind. Geralt's body reacted by itself, bolting forward just in time as a powerful blow almost crushed him. But he knew it was not over yet.

Geralt was not disappointed. Imlerith once again vanished. After being outmatched by the Butcher of Blaviken, Imlerith, who had previously wielded a shield alongside his weapon, decided play time was over. Dropping the big, black shield, he held the monstrous mace with both hands. As Imlerith appeared behind Geralt half a second later, he was already moving; spinning around and rolling forward, right under the general's raised arms.

They were so focused fighting each other to death, none of them noticed Ciri's arrival at the summit of the Bald Mountain. Not at first, at least - as he dodged another teleport-swing, Geralt finally saw a gap in Imlerith's guard, but before he could attack, a new scent came to his nose. A very familiar one. His face turned around immediately and he saw Ciri standing right there, sword unsheathed.

"No! Stay back!" Geralt shouted to her. His eyes widened once again when his body was hit and thrown away by a powerful mace swing. A golden explosion staggered Imlerith, the Quen sign protecting Geralt from taking any serious damage, but it was not important, cause the Wild Hunt general had finally noticed Ciri's presence there.

"I was wondering when you would show up." Imlerith spoke and raised his mace once again. Suddenly he vanished and appeared just behind Ciri, swinging the weapon against her much smaller body.

[rrichmon]

Ciri narrowed her eyes the felt a chilling cold as imlerith disappeared from sight. The frost would cause her skin to crawl like goosebumps appeared on her skin. She noticed a second too late that the general has noticed her. She attempted to raise her sword but the heavy mace struck with he sword

Ciri:”ahhh “ she screeched as her shoulder was jolted with pain as the blow overpowered her parry attempt and the slowed blow slams into her guy and she falls to the ground hard and rolls on the iced floor.

[Aeternam]

Time seemed to slow down as Geralt saw Ciri fall to the ground. Before he could even think, the witcher crossed the battlefield like a white flash - Imlerith's mace was swinging once again as the White Wolf reached Ciri and the general of the Wild Hunt.

Aard. A psychokinetic force exploded from Geralt's outstretched hand and pushed Ciri away just in time as Imlerith's mace hit the ground where the girl was laying just a second before. Unlike before, now Geralt didn't care about being defensive anymore. Instead, the witcher quickly swung his sword right through a gap in Imlerith's armor. A second later the big man wasn't there anymore, but it didn't surprise Geralt;

Quickly crouching, Geralt swirled under Imlerith's big arms and stabbed his sword through the back of the man's knee. Screaming in pain, Imlerith bent forward and fell to one knee just in time as Geralt's silver sword swung once more, this time cutting right through the elf's neck.

[rrichmon]

Ciri breathes heavy as she was pushed away from the General who's neck had spilled blood, lots of it. Geralts sword sliced him as he dropped to his knees taking his last few breaths the General fell to the floor.

Ciri tries to push herself up, she winces holding her shoulder which is undoubtedly broken. "got the bastard" she said with a breath. Looking up to her father figure/mentor. she stands up weakly shirt torn scrapes on her pants and a loosely hanging arm.