"How many times do we have to say it, whelp?" Anger dripped from the older elf's voice. "Steel isn't worth shit against monsters."

A griffin bites at the Cindrion, tearing a bit of flesh off of his left arm.

Geralt spun Aerondight, beheading most of the monsters.

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Beledroth jumps off his horse, rolls and stabs a wyvern with his sword hoping it would pierce its hide with the amount of force he put into it.

"Dumb fuck." Ullan mutters.

Cindrion's breath hissed thorugh clenched teeth. His blade plunged into the beast's chest in retaliation.

All of the wyverns and griffins lay dead. The ghouls and graveirs retreated. Geralt sighed, 'That was easier than I anticipated.'

'You had help this time.' The elven mage played around with red and blue electricity, "juggling" it through the arteries in his arms. 'We need to find the Enchantress. Soon.'

The witcher sheathed his blade, 'Maybe a cave; with her beliefs people would want her skin.'

'No shit. Any odd caves around here?' The old elf pauses, deep in thought, 'Wait! Remember that cave the Wild Hunt had used? After you killed the King, they abandoned it. With her magic, she could make that a home very quickly.'

The witcher nodded, 'Yes. That appears to be the only lead we have.'

The Wanderers mount their horses, and ride for the former cave of the Wild Hunt.

'Just up north.' Geralt points forward, 'Beyond those hills, at the foot of the mountain.'

"Shit, that's a long way up." Ullan spits in front of Cindirion "Why is the pretty boy coming with us?"

Cindrion ignored the Dwarf, tightening the bandage around his wounded arm. To think he was the only one wounded. Why not the reckless halfbreed? How has he not gotten himself killed?

'What are you chuckling about? You a woman you fancy touching?' Saedith smirked.

The old elf looked to Cindrion, 'Leczenie.'

The wound healed, leaving only a bloody bandage.