Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Afierylightningboltshotfromthedarkfigurewithahiss,slappedoverthetough’sfaceandchestwithacrackandspreadoverhimlikeflamingoil.Theruffianscreamedpiercinglyandthegrimreekofburningmeatfilledthepigsty.

           ThenRienceattacked.ThespellhecastilluminatedthedarknesswithabluishflashinwhichDandilionsawaslenderwomanwearingman’sclothesgesticulatingstrangelywithbothhands.Heonlyglimpsedherforasecondbeforetheblueglowdisappearedwithabangandablindingflash.Riencefellbackwitharoaroffuryandcollapsedontothewoodenpigstywalls,breakingthemwithacrash.Thewomandressedinman’sclothingleaptafterhim,astilettoflashinginherhand.Thepigstyfilledwithbrightnessagain–thistimegolden–beamingfromabrightovalwhichsuddenlyappearedintheair.DandilionsawRiencespringupfromthedustyfloor,leapintotheovalandimmediatelydisappear.Theovaldimmedbut,beforeitwentoutentirely,thewomanranuptoitshoutingincomprehensibly,stretchingoutherhand.Somethingcrackledandrustledandthedyingovalboiledwithroaringflamesforamoment.Amuffledsound,asifcomingfromagreatdistance,reachedDandilion’sears–asoundverymuchlikeascreamofpain.Theovalwentoutcompletelyanddarknessengulfedthepigstyagain.Thepoetfeltthepowerwhichgaggedhimdisappear.

           "Help!"hehowled."Help!"

           "Stopyelling,Dandilion,"saidthewoman,kneelingnexttohimandslicingthroughtheknotswithRience’sstiletto.