Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "Tellme,"thegentlevoicekeptrepeating."Tellme,myson."

           ToublancMichelet,professionalmurderersincetheageoffourteen,closedhiseyesandsmiledabloodiedsmile.Andwhisperedwhatheknew.

           Andwhenheopenedhiseyes,hesawastilettowithanarrowbladeandatinygoldenhilt.

           "Don’tbefrightened,"saidthegentlevoiceasthepointofthestilettotouchedhistemple."Thiswon’thurt."

           Indeed,itdidnothurt.

           Hecaughtupwiththesorcereratthelastmoment,justinfrontoftheportal.Havingalreadythrownhisswordaside,hishandswerefreeandhisfingers,extendedinaleap,dugintotheedgeofRience’scloak.Riencelosthisbalance;thetughadbenthimbackwards,forcinghimtototterback.Hestruggledfuriously,violentlyrippedthecloakfromclasptoclaspandfreedhimself.Toolate.

           Geraltspunhimroundbyhittinghimintheshoulderwithhisrighthand,thenimmediatelystruckhimintheneckundertheearwithhisleft.Riencereeledbutdidnotfall.Thewitcher,jumpingsoftly,caughtupwithhimandforcefullydughisfistunderhisribs.Thesorcerermoanedanddroopedoverthefist.Geraltgrabbedhimbythefrontofhisdoublet,spunhimandthrewhimtotheground.Presseddownbythewitcher’sknee,Rienceextendedhisarmandopenedhismouthtocastaspell.Geraltclenchedhisfistandthumpedhimfromabove.Straightinthemouth.Hislipssplitlikeblackcurrants.