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The Witcher: Blood of the Elves
The
town
was
in
flames
.
The
narrow
streets
leading
to
the
moat
and
the
first
terrace
belched
smoke
and
embers
,
flames
devouring
the
densely
clustered
thatched
houses
and
licking
at
the
castle
walls
.
From
the
west
,
from
the
harbour
gate
,
the
screams
and
clamour
of
vicious
battle
and
the
dull
blows
of
a
battering
ram
smashing
against
the
walls
grew
ever
louder
.
Their
attackers
had
surrounded
them
unexpectedly
,
shattering
the
barricades
which
had
been
held
by
no
more
than
a
few
soldiers
,
a
handful
of
townsmen
carrying
halberds
and
some
crossbowmen
from
the
guild
.
Their
horses
,
decked
out
in
flowing
black
caparisons
,
flew
over
the
barricades
like
spectres
,
their
riders
'
bright
,
glistening
blades
sowing
death
amongst
the
fleeing
defenders
.
Ciri
felt
the
knight
who
carried
her
before
him
on
his
saddle
abruptly
spur
his
horse
.
She
heard
his
cry
.
"
Hold
on
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
Hold
on
!
"
Other
knights
wearing
the
colours
of
Cintra
overtook
them
,
sparring
,
even
in
full
flight
,
with
the
Nilfgaardians
.
Ciri
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
skirmish
from
the
corner
of
her
eye
--
the
crazed
swirl
of
blue-gold
and
black
cloaks
amidst
the
clash
of
steel
,
the
clatter
of
blades
against
shields
,
the
neighing
of
horses
--
Shouts
.
No
,
not
shouts
.
Screams
.
"
Hold
on
!
"
Fear
.
With
every
jolt
,
every
jerk
,
every
leap
of
the
horse
pain
shot
through
her
hands
as
she
clutched
at
the
reins
.
Her
legs
contracted
painfully
,
unable
to
find
support
,
her
eyes
watered
from
the
smoke
.
The
arm
around
her
suffocated
her
,
choking
her
,
the
force
compressing
her
ribs
.
All
around
her
screaming
such
as
she
had
never
before
heard
grew
louder
.
What
must
one
do
to
a
man
to
make
him
scream
so
?
Fear
.
Overpowering
,
paralysing
,
choking
fear
.
