Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Thewitcherthrewhimselfbackwardsinaconvulsiveleap.Theshockwassuchthathefeltandheardhisteeth,clenchedinpain,crunchandbreak.Atleasttwoofthem.

           Rienceattemptedtorisebutimmediatelycollapsedtohiskneesagainandbegantostruggletotheportalonallfours.Geralt,catchinghisbreathwithdifficulty,drewastilettofromhisboot.Thesorcererlookedback,sprungupandreeled.Thewitcherwasalsoreelingbuthewasquicker.Riencelookedbackagainandscreamed.Geraltgrippedtheknife.Hewasangry.Veryangry.

           Somethinggrabbedhimfrombehind,overpoweredhim,immo-

           bilisedhim.Themedalliononhisneckpulsatedacutely;thepaininhiswoundedshoulderthrobbedspasmodically.

           SometenpacesbehindhimstoodPhilippaEilhart.Fromherraisedarmsemanatedadulllight–twostreaks,tworays.Bothweretouchinghisback,squeezinghisarmswithluminouspliers.Hestruggled,invain.Hecouldnotmovefromthespot.HecouldonlywatchasRiencestaggereduptotheportal,whichpulsatedwithamilkyglow.

           Rience,innohurry,slowlysteppedintothelightoftheportal,sankintoitlikeadiver,blurredanddisappeared.Asecondlater,theovalwentout,foramomentplungingthelittlestreetintoimpenetrable,dense,velvetyblackness.

           Somewhereinthelanesfightingcatsyowled.Geraltlookedatthebladeoftheswordhehadpickeduponhiswaytowardsthemagician.