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Geralt's gold eyes scanned Victoria's face immediately as the brunette began trying to sit herself up from the mattress. Her hands reached out and grabbed ahold of the frame, but she was breathless as she tried to fight against her paralysis.
"No," Geralt said to her. Victoria looked up at him, noticing the stern look upon his features.
"Geralt, I can't let this town be slaughtered because of me." She said, continuing to pull herself upright.
The witcher placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back. "If you thick for one fucking minute that I'm going to let you go out there and put yourself on the line again, you are mistaken."
The doors opened, and Victoria watched confusedly as a young girl walked in, her long blonde locks falling down her back and her torso. Her alert eyes focused on the three, before looking at Victoria.
"Ciri," Geralt said. "I told you to stay with Jaskier."
"Jaskier is trying to hold them away from the gates." Ciri said. "He sent me here."
Geralt grunted as he stood to his feet. He looked down at Victoria, who stared up at him defeatedly. He looked back to Ciri.
"Stay here with Victoria and make sure she doesn't leave." He said.
"I'm paralyzed, if you haven't noticed!" She shouted as he walked towards the doors. Triss followed behind.
Geralt exited the castle and crossed the bridge, noticing Jaskier and other guards at the entrance gates. The bard turned and threw his arms up into the air as he grinned at the sight of Geralt.
"Oh, thank oblivion." Jaskier muttered. "Now um, pull your sword out and—" he swayed his arm side to side as if he were sporting a sword.
Geralt brushed past him. "Open the gate." Triss stepped forward. "Geralt—"
"I said open it!" He yelled. The guards rushed forward and did as they were told, and slowly opened the gates. Augustus's recruits stood, ready to fight, until they focused their eyes on the witcher.
Their skin became pale, and their eyes became wide. Geralt's eyes studied each of them for a long moment, noticing the smell of one's flooded trousers.
"Come to kill the girl?" Geralt asked. "I can tell you that it's not going to happen, unless you can get past me."
"The King is dead," one said. "And so are you, witcher. And your little whore."
Geralt pursed his lips. "Hmm."
The witcher watched as an arrow soared through the air, and he grabbed ahold of the body before snapping it between his fingers. Geralt drew his sword as several of them rushed forward.
