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The
first
thug
attacked
with
a
feint
from
dextra
only
to
jump
aside
and
allow
the
man
behind
him
to
execute
a
deceptive
thrust
.
Geralt
spun
in
a
pirouette
,
evaded
and
passed
by
them
and
with
the
very
tip
of
his
sword
slashed
the
other
one
from
behind
across
the
occiput
,
shoulders
and
back
.
He
was
angry
and
hit
hard
.
A
fountain
of
blood
spurted
on
the
wall
.
The
first
man
backed
away
with
lightning
speed
,
making
room
for
the
next
pair
.
These
separated
for
the
attack
,
slashing
their
swords
from
two
directions
in
such
a
way
that
only
one
blow
could
be
parried
,
the
other
having
to
meet
its
aim
.
Geralt
did
not
parry
and
,
whirling
in
a
pirouette
,
came
between
them
.
In
order
not
to
collide
,
they
both
had
to
break
their
teamed
rhythm
,
their
rehearsed
steps
.
One
of
them
managed
to
turn
in
a
soft
,
feline
feint
and
leaped
away
dextrously
.
The
other
did
not
have
time
.
He
lost
his
balance
and
stumbled
backwards
.
The
witcher
,
turning
in
a
reverse
pirouette
,
used
his
momentum
to
slash
him
across
the
lower
back
.
He
was
angry
.
He
felt
his
sharp
witcher
's
blade
sever
the
spine
.
A
terrifying
howl
echoed
down
the
streets
.
The
two
remaining
men
immediately
attacked
him
,
showering
him
with
blows
which
he
parried
with
the
greatest
of
difficulties
.
He
went
into
a
pirouette
and
tore
himself
from
beneath
the
flashing
blades
.
But
instead
of
leaning
his
back
against
the
wall
and
defending
himself
,
he
attacked
.
They
were
not
expecting
it
,
did
not
have
time
to
leap
away
and
apart
.
One
of
them
countered
but
the
witcher
evaded
the
counterattack
,
spun
,
slashed
from
behind
--
blindly
--
counting
on
the
rush
of
air
.
He
was
angry
.
He
aimed
low
,
at
the
belly
.
And
hit
his
mark
.
He
heard
a
stifled
cry
but
did
not
have
time
to
look
back
.
The
last
of
the
thugs
was
already
at
his
side
,
already
striking
a
nasty
sinistra
with
a
quarte
.
Geralt
parried
at
the
last
moment
,
statically
,
without
a
turn
,
with
a
quarte
from
dextra
.
The
thug
,
making
use
of
the
impetus
of
the
parry
,
unwound
like
a
spring
and
slashed
from
a
half-turn
,
wide
and
hard
.
Too
hard
.
Geralt
was
already
spinning
.
The
killer
's
blade
,
considerably
heavier
than
the
witcher
's
,
cut
the
air
and
the
thug
had
to
follow
the
blow
.
The
impetus
caused
him
to
turn
.
Geralt
slipped
out
of
the
half-turn
just
beside
him
,
very
close
.
He
saw
his
contorted
face
,
his
horrified
eyes
.
He
was
angry
.
He
struck
.
Short
but
powerful
.
And
sure
.
Right
in
the
eyes
.
He
heard
Shani
's
terrified
scream
as
she
tried
to
pull
herself
free
of
Dandilion
on
the
bridge
leading
to
the
charlatan
's
house
.
Rience
retreated
into
the
depths
of
the
lane
,
raising
and
spreading
both
arms
in
front
of
him
,
a
magical
light
already
beginning
to
exude
from
them
.
Geralt
grasped
his
sword
with
both
hands
and
without
second
thoughts
ran
towards
him
.
The
sorcerer
's
nerves
could
not
take
it
.
Without
completing
his
spell
,
he
began
to
run
away
,
yelling
incomprehensibly
.
But
Geralt
understood
.
He
knew
that
Rience
was
calling
for
help
.
Begging
for
help
.
And
help
arrived
.
The
little
street
blazed
with
a
bright
light
and
on
the
dilapidated
,
sullied
walls
of
a
house
,
flared
the
fiery
oval
of
a
portal
.
Rience
threw
himself
towards
it
.
Geralt
jumped
.
He
was
furious
.
