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The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3)

... interior. The air was thick with tension as they navigated the maze of crates and barrels. Geralt took note of the oil contained in the barrels, their highly flammable nature required caution.

As they transitioned from the storage area to the main warehouse floor, they heard hushed voices and the clinking of metal. Peering around a corner, they observed the thieves' illicit operation unfolding before them. Armed guards filled the space as workers urgently boxed explosives and weapons into crates. The loot, carefully organized and loaded onto a cart near the entrance, appeared well guarded.

“We have the cash from the Passiflora, boss,” one man stated to another.

“Good, the rest of the shipment should be here shortly. Once we buy them we can set sail for Nilfgaard. Those bastards will pay for destroying Temeria,” the other man responded. Geralt couldn’t place the voice but it was familiar.

"It's them," Geralt growled. Geralt, with his steel sword drawn, and Sasha, her daggers at the ready, exchanged a determined glance. With time quickly running out, they knew they needed to go now or risk losing this recovery opportunity. The stakes were high, and Geralt knew they had to act swiftly.

Chapter 13: Now or Never

"If I take out the archers on the catwalk, do you think you can clear the room," Sasha whispered to Geralt. "We need to disrupt their operation."

Geralt nodded. He counted ten guards in total, that shouldn't be a problem… even without using the Igni ...

... sign.

Sasha moved with cat-like grace, her footsteps silent as she gingerly climbed the stairs. As she reached the top, she crept carefully closer and closer to the archer Closest to her. With swift precision, she covered his mouth with one hand and sliced through his throat with the other. The guard's body slumped to the ground.

Taking that as his queue, Geralt rounded around the corner swiftly. Two soldiers were caught off guard, as the silver from his blade caught the dim light. He held the two-handed sword firmly, as he charged toward his first victim. The soldier drew his sword too late, Geralt's blade sliced through him like butter.

Just then, the second soldier swung his sword downward at the witcher, the blade moved swiftly toward Geralt's back. Geralt’s movements were fluid as he spun from one opponent to the next with such grace it appeared choreographed.

Their blades met with a loud clang, then with a side step spinning in the opposite direction Geralt's sword swung in a long wide arc around him, the hilt close to his chest, until he faced his opponent again, his sword ripped through his target. The soldier's head hit the floor first, rolling several feet away, as his body fell shortly thereafter.

Offering no respite, three more soldiers flooded into the room. As they entered, weapons drawn, they split up to flank Geralt. On either side, the larger of the three men faced him straight on. From above, the Witcher sensed an archer aiming. He stepped back ...