"I don't think people around here would pick a fight with it, but someone from another village may have." He nods. "They hunt for food, so they may have stumbled onto it that way."
Trista scream of pain, as her wrist get almost crushed by mage. She gripping his arm from the blind side and by using combat technique, she wanted to break his bone. If armor is too strong for blade, she have to do something with his arms first.
Trying to push her blade deeper into his skull, Mirellia had no way to block his kick. "Guh!" Groaning as her unarmored stomach was kicked, she's knocked back a few feet away. The sexy milf clutches her abdomen as the air was knocked out of her lungs.
"As you command, my lady." Lutz said as he followed his liege. He was now getting curious, who was the job this time. Also, he started looking back at his career and wondered, who it was now that would replace the noblewoman as his liege. He had no doubt that someone like that would soon be found. Whether it would be her mother that luscious busty MILF, her aunt that had that mature air around her, or her sister who looked as good as she. He shook his head. It did not matter, it was none of his business. He had a job, and as long as he was useful, his boss would have second thoughts about killing him. He followed the woman to her carriage and got in after her.
"Name your price, witcher." He gives a shrug. "If it's reasonable, the alderman will pay it. Unlike the swampers, we actually have coin here." He gestures to the large and well maintained buildings.
Caranthir shout out in pain as Trista twists his arm at an obscene angle, a crack audible even through the armour, before his arm hangs limply. He shrugs himself free of her grip, before moving towards the portal in an attempt to escape.
The carriage rolls across well trodden roads and beautiful countryside, headed away from Novigrad's walls. "Tell me, Lutz. Do you intend to remain in my service?" The troll enters a sealed box pulled by a wagon, which allows it to follow without being seen by civilians.
Lutz was prepared for that question. "I do my lady. Have I ever gave you a reason to doubt my loyalty." He answered feigning surprise. After all, the moment he would decide to leave the service of his boss, she would surely have him killed. He knew too many secrets from the people he tortured to be allowed to go free.
She chuckles as the carriage rolls on. "You're always so defensive. I'm not trying to interrogate you, Lutz, just to understand you." This conversation is going against the grain of their normal interactions, Lutz notes. Though she's always impeccably polite to him, she's never talked to him about anything but business.
Trista gasped as he managed to get free, but the fight wasn't over yet. "For griffin school!!!" Witchers give her battle cry and make Ard by both hands, strongest one energy what she can do, to push away Caranthir from the portal.
Seeing that Caranthir was trying to escape Varrin rushed toward him, aiming for the back of his knees where the armor was more likely to be weaker. Hopefully wounding one of his feet would be enough to stop the armored elf from reaching the portal.
Caranthir goes reeling to the side under the force of the blast, allowing Varrin to stab into the mail at the back of the knee. The navigator begins to back away, now with the group between him and the portal.
Trista gareth her remains strength to get up, weaken after using so much magic, she feel headache, her hand burning from pain and her stomach rebels after potion, but she grab her steel sword and follow navigator, to stab him in weak point and kill him.
Lutz blinked - that was the only sign showing his surprise. Something was amiss. Something out of the monotony he was used to was happening. Entering his usual analytical routine, he started observing his boss carefully. If she wanted him to drop defensiveness, it was the more reason to keep on guard. "Hmm..." He hmmed to buy himself time to formulate the answer. "I like my job. I am good at it-" He started.
As she recovered, Mirellia saw that her allies have already rendered the hostile mage helpless. "Urgh... what now? Is there a way to tell where this portal leads?" She groaned, still feeling a slight discomfort on her stomach.
Varrin did not let up, attacking again and again, trying to find any weak spots in the armor and wound the elf further.
Raising his one good arm, Caranthir uses another spell, a layer of ice encasing his armour and adding an extra layer of protection. The noble and witcher attack relentlessly, but only inflict minor wounds on their enemy. Before Mirellia can finish her sentence, she sees the portal beginning to pulse, as two four legged creatures enter the room, growling.
"Indeed you are." She smiles. "Please, I don't mean to disturb you with my questions, I just want to get a better idea of the kind of man I have in my employ, before this next task." Again, her speech is vague, and can be interpreted in any number of ways.
