On land, the creature's don't stand much of a chance against a trained witcher, and the left and right drowners are carved through with ease. The one in the centre, however, manages to jump on her, wrapping its legs around her waist and moving to bite her neck.
Alerted by the noblewoman in armour, Danielle begins to see dark shapes on one of the overlooking rooftops.
Gustav nods. "Good point. It's not like our current job is without risk, I guess. I hope you succeed in your dream, Trista." Something about his tone strikes her as genuine.
"I didn't, and I don't think the elf did either." Isabella's hands rub against his bulge. "Though given the way she was that night, I think if I had told her, you'd have had a lot of fun, instead of a reprimand." She chuckles.
The drowner, having put itself in a vulnerable position, is unable to defend itself as it burns. It falls to the ground beside her. Luckily, Verena wasn't bitten, the drowner had tried to, but didn't succeed.
Gustav passes her armour to her, looking at her body. "Not as nice as it could have been, but all things considered, pretty pleasant."
"Maybe once...or twice." She hums as her hands touch the outline of his cock.
Abigail rolls her eyes. "And the alternative is: I walk back through the drowner infested swamps?" The redhead gives a chuckle. "Yeah, you're not too unpleasant to be around, even if you are a spectral horseman. I'll come with you to the Lady, and plug my ears if she says something I don't want to know. She's supposed to be on an island somewhere. It's lush and green, according to the stories, completely different from the rest of the swamps."
Ashton nods and begins to clamber his way towards his destination. Mirellia, nimble from her training and enhanced by her armour, easily makes it up onto the roof, where she sees four confused looking crossbowmen looking back at her. "Wha-" The leading man, obese and with a rough beard, utters, not completing his sentence in surprise.
"Nah, I'd better not get naked in front of you." He grins. "Might turn you mad with desire, and then someone could sneak up on us."
Heading through the mud, she travels about half a mile, her witcher senses helping her to keep her sense of direction, until finally she sees the village in the distance, a trail of smoke rising up from the ruins of several huts.
