The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3)
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... into a defensive stance trying to time his parries as they charged forward.
Sasha engaged in her battle as a guard with a sword stood between her and the last archer. Her agility and skill with the daggers were evident as she expertly parried and struck. Swift and nimble, Sasha's training kicked in. With calculated moves, she deftly deflected the strikes of the swordsman, countering with a precise maneuver and with a well-placed kick, struck the assailant's knee, breaking it and rendering him incapacitated. As he crumpled to the ground, Sasha skillfully planted her knife in his back.
She sprinted towards the last archer on the catwalk who was aimed squarely at Geralt. As she charged at him he redirected his aim on her. As his fingers released the bowstring, his recurve bow sprung forward launching the arrow. Timed perfectly, with a skill that spoke of her training, she spun, dodging the arrow, as it whizzed by her ear. Within seconds her shoulder collided with his bow. Sasha used her body to slam his arm into the wall. While pinned, she released a torrent of quick stabs into his chest eliminating the threat.
Meanwhile, Geralt proved his mastery of the sword, his strikes cutting through the air with precision and tearing through his enemies. Despite the increasing number of soldiers, he remained a force to be reckoned with. While his Axii sign stunned his opponents, Geralt seized the opportunity to close in and swiftly dispatch them.
With a flick of his sword, he ...
... sliced through the dumbstruck soldiers, leaving a trail of defeated adversaries and carnage in his wake. His combat prowess was unparalleled, and it seemed like he could handle the entire group single-handedly.
However, despite his formidable skills, the tides of the battle turned suddenly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw, hidden in the shadows, a glowing aard sign appeared in the air, it was the other witcher. Before he could react, he felt the push blast him backward, but he quickly realized it wasn't aimed at him directly.
The cloaked assassin came into view just as Sasha felt the gust pound into her body, her feet left the ground, and her body was propelled over the railing by the invisible force. She hit a barrel with a hard thud and then tumbled onto the floor, dazed but trying to stand. Before Sasha could regain her footing, the hilt of a soldier's sword struck her from behind the head, delivering a powerful blow that rendered her unconscious.
"Surrender, Geralt or the woman dies," a voice echoed from the shadows. Stepping into the dim light, Bernard, the halfling, revealed himself as the mastermind behind the operation. The odds were against Geralt.
Geralt briefly contemplated his options and quickly understood his folly; he was outnumbered and he was too attached to Sasha. He surrendered, dropped his sword, and raised his hands. He stared into the darkness curious who his Witcher adversary was.
Chapter 13: Captured
Sasha's consciousness slowly ...