'Hah,' Ard was quite exhausted at that point, looking to Trista and Miriella, 'Don't let that bastard escape. go after Eredin, I'll help the king with Imlerith.' Ard turned to the mace wielding brute fighting Auberon. Picking up his sword, he moved closer, trying to judge if he could use an ice spell against the huge elf without endangering the king.
"Very well, it would be dreadful to receive the wild hunt king's ire." Mirellia nods, running after Eredin with her blade at the ready.
"No, it's nothing like that. Sit still, now." The blonde opens up her bag and begins to undo Verena's armour, applying a salve to the skin above the broken rib. "Pretty brave of you to go after monsters alone."
Plunging the blade down, the elf dies. Around Varrin, the fight begins to come to a close, as the Wild Hunt are killed or retreat. Auberon dances around the battlefield, dodging Imlerith's mace as the bigger man strikes at him. Ard judges that he'll be able to use his spell without collateral damage. @Regin34 Eredin runs, but he turns around to face his pursuers when he's reached a good distance away from the battle. Turning, he raises his blade and slams it into Gwyhyr, the impact reverberating up Mirellia's arm. "Foolish human." The king of the hunt booms.
"Ugh!" Mirellia couldn't help but groan as she successfully blocked Eredin's blow. Her toned arms went numb, as her style of fighting shone best when parrying, rather than blocking. "Khh." She growled, taking a step back to fix her posture. Mirellia then takes a deep breath, before engaging the wild hunt king. She attempts to stab whatever weakpoint she could find, as whenever she parries one of his blows.
"Brave, Suicidal, Dumb. I heard it all the Last Eighty plus Years. For Me it's just a Normal Job. Like stacking Hay for People like You" she leans back in The Bed.
@Regin34 Eredin bull rushes Mirellia his armoured gauntlet grasping her throat and lifting her bodily into the air with inhuman strength. "Mmmh. It'd be a waste to kill you, I think." Even to Mirellia's perverted mind, the way he says the line through the voice obscuring helmet leaves her chilled. She still has Gwyhyr in her hand, but the elf ignores it contemptuously. "What do you think? Shall I let you live?" His hand begins to squeeze, as Trista arrives to see what's happening.
"You ever think about doing something else?" Sobered up a little, the blonde begins working with a bandage.
"Ghah!" Mirellia choked as he grasped her throat, and lifted her up in the air. "Uurgh. Ugh!" She groaned, her stocking-clad legs dangling in the air. The sexy milf gathers her strength in her right arm, aiming to stab at his armpit to release his grip. And if he attempts to attack her, she uses her Aard sign, hoping it would be enough to stagger him.
"What's the point? Youre lives are so short and You waste them doing minor things and live in poverty under some fat asshole in a Big Building who owns everything. I can go wherever I like and decide what I do. Sure its a dangerous life, but no Witcher ever died in his Bed."
Looks like the battle is ending, and the King's forces won... Varrin was quite happy with this development. He quickly checked on Madeline and Isabella to make sure both were alright, before looking for some other way to contrubite to the battle.
Ard launched the ice ball at Imlerith. The exhaustion and use of magic took a toll on him, his nose starting to bleed and srars appearing in his vision.
Eredin squeezes his arm against his armpit, trapping Gwyhyr after Mirellia strikes. As she uses Aard, the elf lord moves back slightly, and the magical steel of Mirellia's blade cuts through his mail and into his skin, but he retains his grip on her. "Oh, that was a bad idea." Through sign usage and the lack of air, Mirellia feels fatigue looming over her. Varrin seea Wild Hunt men mounting their horses in a panic. Wjen he looks back, Isabella is helping Madeline to her feet, nodding to Varrin. Heading away a little, the noble sees Eredin holding Mirellia aloft in the air by her throat, choking the buxom milf as she slices under his arm.
"Hold still." Verena feels a sharp pain as the woman ties the bandage and pulls it tight. "You're not making a great case for why I should lead a normal life." She grins.
Imlerith is shoved forward by the blast, and the king takes the opportunity to stab the giant above the knee, through a gap in the armour. It doesn't put the huntsman down, however, and he slams his mace downwards at Ard in revenge.
She bites her teeth at The pain and smiles. "Fair point. But I think I'm beyond The point where I tell People what to do. I gave You my advise. What You do with it is Your choice"
The blonde finishes up, before handing back the armour. "Alright, try not to hurt yourself further, at least until it heals. As for my choice, it hasn't changed."
Seeing that his sisters were in no immediate danger and that some of the enemies were starting to flee Varrin decided to go help the MILF against Eredin. He tried to surprise the leader of the Wild Hunt with an attack from behind, aiming for his knee - an wounded enemy that could not walk normally was a lot easier to deal with.
"Gaahk!" Mirellia attempts to raises her sword, and stab the elf's already wounded neck. But with her lack of oxygen, her movements were a lot duller. "Ggh." Groaning as she fights off her going unconscious with her willpower.
