Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           "You’vealreadyreceivedapresentfromYennefer,"heutteredinahoarsevoice."Nowyou’regettingonefromme."

           Hestruckoncemore.Thesorcerer’sheadbouncedup;bloodspurtedontothewitcher’sforeheadandcheeks.Geraltwasslightlysurprised–hehadnotfeltanypainbuthad,nodoubt,beeninjuredinthefight.Itwashisblood.Hedidnotbothernordidhehavetimetolookforthewoundandtakecareofit.HeunclenchedhisfistandwallopedRienceoncemore.Hewasangry.

           "Whosentyou?Whohiredyou?"

           Riencespatbloodathim.Thewitcherstruckhimyetagain.

           "Who?"

           Thefieryovaloftheportalflaredmorestrongly;thelightemanatingfromitfloodedtheentirelane.Thewitcherfeltthepowerthrobbingfromtheoval,hadfeltitevenbeforehismedallionhadbeguntooscillateviolently,inwarning.

           Riencealsofelttheenergystreamingfromtheportal,sensedhelpapproaching.Heyelled,strugglinglikeanenormousfish.Geraltburiedhiskneesinthesorcerer’schest,raisedhisarm,formingtheSignofAardwithhisfingers,andaimedattheflamingportal.Itwasamistake.

           Nooneemergedfromtheportal.OnlypowerradiatedfromitandRiencehadtakenthepower.

           Fromthesorcerer’soutstretchedfingersgrewsix-inchsteelspikes.TheydugintoGeralt’schestandshoulderwithanaudiblecrack.Energyexplodedfromthespikes.