Geralt threw the spear through the air and hurtled towards its destination."Pity, you have been coaxed into a trap." yelled the Brood Mother.Geralt had the wherewithal to throw up the sands and see the barrier. There existed a crack and lo and behold it flew through there damaging her hand. Rather than scream, she clapped with the undamaged hand."This one is not so stupid!" said the Brood Mother.Meanwhile, still; the rocks hurtled from above and crashed onto the beach. The Brood Mother's hand bled quite a bit. The octopi had now retreated into the briny maw. Four ever hawks flew in the distance. They squealed as they drew near. They had the tail of a donkey and the deep eyes of a scorpion. Be they enemies? Geralt thought for another second that they were not enemies. And without a ship, he hatched a plan. The Brood Mother watched his movements as he did not have a spear anymore. Geralt was not an extremely powerful man but he could fight when given a situation. This campaign was a perfect example. Even though octopi mocked him it came charging in a slithery manner. And Geralt took one of the tentacles and ripped it off with one hand. Took the tentacle still squirming like a piece of detached string and beat the octopi with it. The octopi were bleeding purple. Could Geralt harvest this to help him? What would it be used for? He pulled his drawstring bag out and collected some of the blood. It stunk to high hell. The Brood Mother began to observe so much further. Her defenses were down. She had the bloodied hand but was damned formidable. She started throwing and summoning crabs like shurikens. Water projectiles."Eat these!" she said.Geralt ran to the crack and threw more sand on the invisible barrier. He started opening it up with his hands. They were now bleeding from all the sharp edges. It was monochromatic in a sense. It was refracting light in all of which ways but it widened. "You nonsense animal, you can't break through, no matter, your strength--!" said the Brood Mother. Geralt ripped part of his hand open and now he was bleeding from his right hand. But the rift widened. She had no more tricks. It was wide enough even with his blood staining the ocean, that he could get a foot inward. He could not charge but if he was able to break in, it would be game over for the Brood Mother. She could only wait. It was big enough that his body could fit now. He calmly walked to her. "Medusa's rage! I have had enough of this folly. I am wounded. You are wounded. It is time to end you. Harlot!" Geralt screamed. With just will and gall the water turned to glass. She had made this the battlefield now. Droplets of the air hit the barrier. He calmly paced towards her and uppercut her jaw. She screamed. But it was not dislocated. She was a little sore. So she dodged left and dealt a punishing blow to Geralt's ribs. With her bloody hand, she tried to gouge Geralt's eyes. But he turned her bloody hand with his. And they tussled back and forth. He took the octopi blood out of the drawstring bag and threw it in her eyes; blinding her. He took the opportunity to land vicious punches in her abdomen. Repeatedly, he hit what he thought were ribs, maybe they were gills? She was in serious pain now. The pain rang throughout her body as she was able to scrape both eyes of Geralt's. It ripped towards the bottom part of the eye socket. His irises and cornea were still intact. She swiped blindly and caught him in the abdomen. But it was here the fight was won; Geralt ripped off her nail. The pain she felt from that one was unbearable as it made a zipper noise being ripped off from her finger, blood pouring down the new wound, skin still attached. He used it like a raptor's claw and jumped on her back--slashing her ear/gill.--and ripping both clean off. She could no longer hear. He took the fingernail and cut her deep in the abdomen. He ripped off another claw and dug it deep into her jugular. "You die slowly. So very slowly. Like these creatures, you command, like the army you command. Eviscerate." Geralt whispered softly and seductively. He drove it deeper.The Brood Mother gasped for air and spilled her blood and neck parts on the glass. She stained every piece like a bloodied chapel. She fell limp to the ground like soft snow.Geralt was able to breathe but he checked all wounds. His eyes were scratched to hell and so was his abdomen. But he would make it through the day.The barrier broke and the water was up to his lungs. But the giants told the birds to grab Geralt and lift him into the sky. When Geralt woke up he was in a formation of gigantic scorpion-eyed birds.
