Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Geraltslippedoutofthehalf-turnjustbesidehim,veryclose.Hesawhiscontortedface,hishorrifiedeyes.Hewasangry.Hestruck.Shortbutpowerful.Andsure.Rightintheeyes.

           HeheardShani’sterrifiedscreamasshetriedtopullherselffreeofDandiliononthebridgeleadingtothecharlatan’shouse.

           Rienceretreatedintothedepthsofthelane,raisingandspreading

           botharmsinfrontofhim,amagicallightalreadybeginningtoexudefromthem.Geraltgraspedhisswordwithbothhandsandwithoutsecondthoughtsrantowardshim.Thesorcerer’snervescouldnottakeit.Withoutcompletinghisspell,hebegantorunaway,yellingincomprehensibly.ButGeraltunderstood.HeknewthatRiencewascallingforhelp.Beggingforhelp.

           Andhelparrived.Thelittlestreetblazedwithabrightlightandonthedilapidated,sulliedwallsofahouse,flaredthefieryovalofaportal.Riencethrewhimselftowardsit.Geraltjumped.Hewasfurious.

           ToublancMicheletgroanedandcurledup,clutchinghisrivenbelly.Hefelttheblooddrainingfromhim,flowingrapidlythroughhisfingers.NotfarfromhimlayFlavius.Hehadstillbeentwitchingamomentago,butnowhelaymotionless.Toublancsqueezedhiseyelidsshut,thenopenedthem.ButtheowlsittingnexttoFlaviuswasclearlynotahallucination–itdidnotdisappear.Hegroanedagainandturnedhisheadaway.

           Somewench,ayoungonejudgingbyhervoice,wasscreaminghysterically.