"Aiden, do you sense them?"
"Yes, werewolves. Apparently, it bothers them that we discovered this place," said Geralt, staring at them intently.
Geralt and I drew our swords and positioned ourselves back to back to watch our surroundings. The tension was palpable, with the growls of wolves and werewolves, and the wind starting to pick up, signaling an impending storm.
"Geralt, in my satchel, I have dimeritium bombs. Use Igni and blow up those wolves," I said with a slightly sadistic air.
"At your signal."
At that moment, a wolf jumped towards us, followed by the others. I threw two sacks of dimeritium bombs into the air that I had prepared. Geralt cast an Igni on the sacks, and at the same time, I pulled him towards the shield I had created with Quen.
An explosion ensued, accompanied by a huge flash caused by the ingredients. Then, only the agonizing cries of wolves and werewolves echoed in the silence after the explosion.
Still on guard, we scanned the surroundings, waiting for the smoke to clear. We then sensed a creature rushing towards us at high speed.
Geralt managed to parry the attack but dropped to one knee under the monster's force. I swung my sword, repelling the creature with a speed unusual for a werewolf.
"Geralt, are you okay?" I asked with concern.
"Yes, be careful, it's not normal," Geralt replied seriously.
"Yes, I noticed," I replied, staring more intently at the werewolf.
As the smoke cleared, we distinguished bodies all around us, but our attention was focused on two werewolves. One had red fur and a large size, while the other, with blue fur, was crouching and murmuring something to the corpse of a werewolf before standing up and looking at us.
"Two witchers here, just as the master said, my brother," said the blue werewolf.
"Yes, my brother, but I never thought we'd have to intervene, especially since they were so weak. Apparently, the master was wrong," replied the red werewolf with a disdainful smile.
"Be careful, my brother, what you say is heresy," retorted the blue werewolf, looking seriously at his brother.
"Well, witchers, how do you want to di..."
The blue werewolf didn't have time to finish his sentence before I threw an ice lance that he had to dodge, while Geralt rushed towards the red werewolf to push him to another corner of the field.
Back to back with Geralt, I faced the blue werewolf who looked at me with a bored expression, while Geralt faced the red werewolf.
The tension was palpable and the first raindrops began to fall.
"Don't die," said Geralt before rushing towards the red werewolf.
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"AHAHAH, I KNEW IT, IT'S NEVER BORING WITH YOU, WITCHER!" said the red werewolf excitedly.
I stayed silent, focusing on the red werewolf who was very capable. I knew that if I took a hit from his claws, my bones would be crushed due to his strength. Every time I dodged an attack, he would cut down a tree like butter with just one swipe of his claws.
"STOP RUNNING, LEECH!"
I could only stay on the defensive; his attacks were too unpredictable, like a cornered animal. But I was waiting for the right moment.
"Now," I thought, staying focused.
I then cast an Aard, repelling the claw he was about to strike me with, and swung my sword, cutting off his right hand. I continued with a series of sword moves, severely injuring him, then followed up with Aard and Igni to push him back violently.
As the smoke cleared, I saw the wolf still standing, his fur bristling and his eyes burning red with hatred. Suddenly, he disappeared from my sight. I felt a claw swipe in front of me and dodged by pure instinct, but I was bleeding from my left eye. The injury made it hard to open, hindering me, but despite the difficulty, I didn't panic.
The werewolf smiled, licking my blood, then frowned and spat it out.
"So it's true, witcher blood is so disgusting. Too bad, I wanted to taste a witcher's corpse," he said with disgust.
"Stop talking," I said, tired of his nonsense.
"Fine," said the wolf with a savage smile.
He rushed at me with dizzying speed. I barely managed to parry, but due to his relentless attacks, non-lethal scars appeared. If this continued, I would lose my endurance. Unfortunately, a blow hit me in the stomach, propelling me into a tree, causing my back to ache and making me cough up my lunch and blood.
Struggling to my feet, I saw the werewolf approaching with a smile.
"Stop resisting. You will die and join my hunting collection," he said disdainfully.
But as he was about to deliver the fatal blow, he suddenly felt ill and fell to one knee, as if kneeling, before spitting up blood.
"What have you done?!" he said, surprised and wounded.
"Finally, it's taking effect," I said, relieved.
"What's taking effect?!"
"Death to the wolf," I said before decapitating him.
"I need to go help Aiden." But as I was about to run to help Aiden, I almost collapsed from the blow he had given me. Even though I just wanted to collapse, I couldn't. I had to help Aiden. Getting up with difficulty, blood dripping from my face and my left eye closed, I hurried to join Aiden.
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"You know my brother is going to kill the old man," said the werewolf with a bored expression.
"You underestimate him way too much," I said seriously.
"No, I don't underestimate you, I despise you," he replied disdainfully.
Then, changing his bored expression to one of madness:
"Thanks to you, I can offer your blood to my master!" he said excitedly.
The werewolf raised both hands to the sky and, with a fanatical look, cried out:
"OH LORD, SEE YOUR HUMBLE AND PITIFUL SERVANT OFFER YOU THIS SACRIFICE."
Then he turned his gaze to me and said:
"GLORY TO THE LORD."
He rushed towards me at an almost impossible speed, but thanks to my special eyes and the potions I had taken beforehand, I managed to parry his attacks, though without being able to counterattack. The small space in which I could counter made it physically impossible to use my sword.
"YES, KEEP RESISTING, SHOW ME YOUR DESPAIR AHAHAHA!"
The werewolf backed off before lowering himself to the corpse of another werewolf, tearing off its head. He said:
"Brother, don't worry, you will be inside me and you will serve the lord body and soul through me."
As he ate the werewolf's head, his fur bristled and his gaze turned to me. His eyes became sapphire blue. He rushed towards me, and I barely resisted by holding my sword in front of me. He grabbed my sword and dragged me violently across the ground, looking at me with a crazy smile.
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"
He threw me against the fresco, hitting it with my back. I barely had time to get up before he seized my face and slammed me to the ground. At the same time, I created ice spikes on the ground, forcing him to retreat. Getting up with difficulty, I felt my left arm dislocated and my head hurting. Putting my hand on my head, I felt liquid. Seeing my hand covered in blood, I knew I was injured. No time to think, I saw him looking at me with a bored expression.
"Why do you resist?" he said with a bored tone.
He put his hands on his face before revealing the left side of his face with a crazy eye and a wild smile.
"Die, witcher, die for the lord!" he said fanatically.
I had to find a solution quickly. I had one, but it was risky. It was the only one I could think of. Clearing my mind, my gaze became empty and my breathing calmed.
(Try to guess his state, hint: it exists in our reality and depends on temperature conditions ;) )
Placing my sword in its sheath, I put my hand on my head and created ice to heal myself. Then, taking my arm, I put it back in place.
I got into a fighting stance with my hands.
"Are you giving up already? And to think I was going to offer a good sacrifice to my master. I should be punished for this mistake."
He rushed towards me, but I stopped him with my hand, which surprised him.
"How..."
No time to finish, I punched him with my ice-covered fist, making him step back. I followed up with right and left punches, and an uppercut. He intercepted my hand, and I saw his bleeding face, teeth bared.
"HOW DARE YOU? Only my lord can touch me!" he said furiously.
He clawed my face, trying to continue his attacks. He swung another claw, but I intercepted it, grabbing one of his claws and ripping it off, making him scream in pain.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE?"
Right punch, left punch.
"DIE!"
Left attack, dodge.
"DIE, DIE, DIE!"
Right attack, dodge, then left punch, then a kick to the stomach.
"I AM MY MASTER'S CHOSEN, NOTHING CAN KILL ME."
Resisting the right attack, I ended the fight.
"WHY, WHY?"
Delivering a final blow to his jaw, he collapsed to the ground. Breathing heavily, exhaling frosty breath, I approached the werewolf who desperately tried to crawl, calling out to his master.
I drove four ice swords into his hands and feet, then sat on his back and plunged my silver sword into his back, a sword imbued with wolfbane.
"I'M SUFFERING, MASTER! HELP ME!"
"Shut up, he's not coming," I said indifferently.
"MASTER!"
"MAST..."
"MA..."
"Our...dre...am..."
"M..y....ligh..."
Then the werewolf died.