Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Thespandashedinatightcircle,

           creatingamovingbarricadebelchingflamesandsmokearoundtheoverturnedwagonbeneathwhichCirihaddraggedthesemiconscious,batteredmagician.

           NotfarfromthemdancedWenck’shorse,amouse-colouredstallion.Wenckwashunchedover;Cirisawthewhitefeathersofanarrowstickingoutofhisside.Despitethewound,hewasskilfullyhackinghiswaypasttwoelvesonfoot,attackinghimfrombothsides.AsCiriwatchedanotherarrowstruckhimintheback.Thecommissarcollapsedforwardontohishorse’sneckbutremainedinthesaddle.PaulieDahlbergrushedtohisaid.

           Ciriwasleftalone.

           Shereachedforhersword.Thebladewhichthroughouthertraininghadleapedoutfromherbackinaflashwouldnotletitselfbedrawnforanything;itresistedher,stuckinitsscabbardasifgluedintar.Amongstthewhirlseethingaroundher,amongstmovessoswiftthattheyblurredinfrontofhereyes,herswordseemedstrangely,unnaturallyslow;itseemedageswouldpassbeforeitcouldbefullydrawn.Thegroundtrembledandshook.Cirisuddenlyrealisedthatitwasnottheground.Itwasherknees.

           PaulieDahlberg,keepingtheelfchargingathimatbaywithhisaxe,draggedthewoundedWenckalongtheground.Roachflittedpast,besidethewagon,andGeraltthrewhimselfattheelf.Hehadlosthisheadbandandhishairstreamedoutbehindhimwithhisspeed.Swordsclashed.