The elf stared at Beledroth's sword, ''I am Saedith. It is steel. Useless against what is to come.' He draws his own blade, 'Only silver can kill these bastards.'

Ullan looks at the Silver Sword with amazment "If only I can get some hands on some silver, I would be able to make a silver sword for myself."

'Cindrion, do you have any knowledge of the habits of the Enchantresses?' Saedith asks, and sheathes his sword.

The elf thought for a moment as he sheathed his sword. "No, I don't have much knowledge on them."

'Hm. They are known to be selfish. They will stop at nothing to get what they want. Be it merely a man.'

A peasant, one of the survivors of the attack, runs to Geralt. The wanderers stop in their tracks.

‘Great witcher! I-we require your assistance!’

The witcher stares at the peasant, trying to see whether he was an illusion or not, ‘What is happening?’

‘Th-the monsters have attacked our group! We-’

Saedith interrupts, ‘Where?’

‘Up north!’

The wanderers told the peasant to stay hidden as they rode to the large crowd of peasants. They were surrounded by Graveir, Ghouls and many more creatures.

The elven mage silently cursed, Gods damn it all!

Cindrion growled as he drew his silver blade. "Just great . . ."

"Well god dammit!" Yelled Beledroth as he drew his finely crafted steel sword

Ullan draws his silver sword as well "Killed some beasts before!"

Geralt yelled to Beledroth, 'Your steel is useless against these monsters! Evacuate the people! Hurry!'

The witcher slashed through multiple Ghouls. He turned to a Graveir and severed its arm, grabbed it by its throat, and shoved a small bomb into its mouth. The Graveir, along with a few other monsters, burst into countless little pieces.

Saedith lobbed numerous fireballs, setting fire to about six of the army. A Royal Wyvern flies down, roaring in the elf's face, spit splattering onto his cheek. 'Ognista sieć!'

The fiery ropes chain the monsters together, searing their legs to mere ash.

Ullan slashes at the Ghouls as his beard is pushed back due to the wind. Blood(?) littered Ullan's face as he slashed at the Ghouls.

Cindrion charged with his horse, his silver blade carving through several Ghouls. Just carve a path for the people, let the Witcher handle the other beasts. He shot a glance over at Beledroth. "Help evacuate these people, whelp!"

"Quit calling me that!" Shouted Beledroth as he put away his sword and instead spoke "Pirokineza!" Fire burned a few of the ghouls as Beledroth rode on a bit

'Evacuate the people!' Geralt shouted as he used the Aard sign. A telekinetic wave tossed the monsters ten metres back.