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Chapter 2: The first impressions are always the most important ones.

His name was Geralt of Rivia; he was a Witcher, a professional monster slayer for hire.

The witcher found himself lying down with his face buried in snow; he slowly started to rise, felling dizziness and weariness.

He felt the grip of his silver sword hilt in his right hand, and used the sword to support himself a little, he started to shake his head, and coughed really loud and strong several times "ugh…Damn, I haven't felt so tired and drained since I partake in that "ménage-à-quatre" with the queen of the night and her concubines…. Oh; my head" said the witcher while trying to overcome his dizziness.

The witcher raised his head for a moment and tried to survey his surroundings; he acknowledge being in the middle of a snowy road surrounded by cliffs; "mmmph…. Now where is here? And where is the……?"

"Did he just said ménage-a-quatre" asked king Varyan with wide eyes.

the witcher took notice of the large number of assembled people gathered and staring back at him, many pointing arrows or keeping swords raised towards him, there were several humanoids beings that he didn't recognize; but he could clearly tell that there where humans, elves, dwarves and gnomes among them; which for him that was unusual, because in the Northern Kingdoms there is a lot of racial tension between this species and the humans; what really caught his attention was a pretty young human lady with golden hairs and sapphire blue eyes in a violet cloak staring at him which such a curious and intense gaze.

The witcher kept his golden eyes locked upon the young lady; he could tell that she had taking notice of his stare because of the way she started to shift her body in an anxious form.

The witcher took notice and said "mmmph locals….pretty locals it seems" while keeping his gaze towards the cloaked lady, who blushed a little.

The Witcher started to stand up, receiving anxious looks from the locals, he heard the sound of bows stringing; that's when he took notice of the shards of the broken crystal in the snow; the witcher stretched his arm and grab a few shards, with the intention of examine them.

"mmmph; looks like I'm going to be stranded here for a while, seems I will have to consider my payment forfeit, just great" stated the witcher a little irritated.

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The word "payment" make king Varyan feel uneasy, he started to consider that this man was an assassin send to kill him and the rest of the leaders, he kept one of his hands around his sword hilt and yelled towards the stranger."You stranger, who are you and what are your intentions to be here"

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The witcher turned his gaze toward a man with a horizontal scar in his face, encased in the biggest armor he had ever seen, "That's such ridiculously big size for an armor , how can he even move inside that thing" the witcher though; he sighed, leaving the shards back into the ground, he stand up and address toward the man.

"First of all, it's impolite to ask someone name without introducing yourself first, second….. Where exactly is here" said the witcher while pointing to his surroundings.

"I'm King Varyan Wrynn of Stormwind; now answer my question stranger" retorted the man infuriated.

The witcher was unimpressed by this man display, he simply crossed his arms and rest his chin in one hand "A King eh, well that would explain the ridiculous size of that armor you are wearing, seriously I know armors are suppose to protect oneself from harm, but I think you overdid it a little, honestly, if you are so afraid of getting hurt, then why bother in the first place?" stated the witcher with a grin.

"This is pointless; he's probably an agent of the lich king, we should kill him where he stands" said a humanoid being with red skin and long teeth in his lower jaw.

"No Garrosh; he doesn't seem to know where he is or any one of us for that matter, it's obviously that he came out of that crystal, we should try to discover first all the facts before taking a decision" stated a similar being except that this one had green-skin

"And from where did that crystal came, Thrall; for all we knew it could have been sent by the lich king itself" retorted Garrosh.

"I doubt it, the lich king tends to use terror, fear and corruption as weapons, this not seem to be his work, I don't sense the presence of the scourge; well I do, because we are close to the wrathgate, but not in this one" said an old but apparently wise bearded man with white hairs, encased in a golden armor.

"Scourge you said? Does that had something to do with this sense of dread, that I feel coming from all around me" asked the witcher to the old man.

"You can feel it?" asked the old man with surprise in his features.

"I can smell it?" The witcher then took 2 long breaths through his nose: Sniff: :Sniff: "Here…. The smell of death around here is big; but there is something else, a scent in the air that I recognize" stated the witcher while pacing around smelling the air.

"What is this scent you speak of?" Demanded King Varyan.

The witcher turned his back toward the assembled crowd; he lifted his gaze towards the surrounding cliffs, and raised his silver sword before answering "…………..My quarry"

King Varyan reacted poorly at this statement "I knew it; you must be an assassin, trooper quickly, fire at him" ordered Varyan to a young marksman standing a few paces next to him.

"No Varyan; wait" yelled the cloaked young woman, trying to stop king Varyan.

Alas, it was for naught, for the soldiers were loyal to their king, the marksman released his arrow, and it was sent flying towards the witcher direction.

Tchhhhwap, this clear sound was heard, and then everybody was silent, for the witcher had caught the arrow with his left hand, while still having his back turned toward the crowd, scanning the cliffs above him.

"wha…. What?" muttered the young woman.

King Varyan, was not pleased "troops; fire at will" he ordered to his men assembled.

"Varyan that's quite enough" addressed another bearded man of brown hairs encased in a metal blue armor; he looked like an experienced warrior.

All the alliance archers and marksmen released their arrows, a rain of projectiles was sent towards the witcher; the horde troops were still aiming at him, but they made no signs to join in the alliance attack, their warchief had told them not to.

The witcher turned himself facing the assembled crowd again; he crossed his arms in a high defense stance and started to swing his sword to deflect the incoming projectiles, he deflected every arrow that represented a danger to him, with such a speed and finesse that leave many with their jaws opened, impressed with the amazing display of skill from the witcher.

The Witcher parried, blocked and dodged, a great number of projectiles, swinging his sword with a great speed, that it was just a blur for his spectators, he also blocked several incoming projectiles using the steel guards in his forearms, he didn't stayed in one placed either, moving and dodging to several sides to avoid being hit, he successfully managed to deflect every single projectiles until all of them were in the ground.

The witcher relaxed his stance and lowered his sword, sighing briefly, when suddenly a thunderous boom reached his ears, catching him by surprise, he felt a sudden pain and explosion in his chest that propelled him backwards and knocked him down in the snow.

A smoking fire arm in the hands of an armored dwarf was the source of the attack.

"Well done soldier, you got him" congratulated king Varyan with a broad smile in his face.

"Varyan, why did you do it? Why did you have to order an attack on him? He didn't do anything to threaten us; we didn't even fully question him before you rashly acted" yelled the cloaked young woman.

"I did the only rational thing that someone in my position would do; he could had been an assassin, Fel he certainly moved like one, you saw him deflecting all that hail of arrows, he was dangerous" replied angrily King Varyan.

"But he didn't make any move of aggression towards us; you had no right to….."

"Ahem, sorry for interrupting, youngsters; but I think he's still moving" said the dwarven king.

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The Witcher slowly raised up back on his feet, he touch his chest with one hand, only to find a nasty bleeding hole in it, leaving his hand soaked in his blood; the witcher used his hand to remove a lead slug that was inside his wound, tossing it into the ground, he then breathed slowly while taking a calm stance, closing his eyes, he relaxed a little, letting his body mend and close his wound, when he open his eyes again he found, surprised and awed stares from the people that not a few moments ago were firing at him.

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Jaina was shocked, this man had received an impact from a firearm in the chest and he was still alive, not only that, but the wound in his chest was healing, bending, mending and sucking the blood back into his body, slowly but surely the wound was closing itself.

She suddenly heard the man addressing to her and the rest of the people assembled.

"Would you mind? I'm trying to track over here and I can't do it with your constant interruptions"

Jaina could see that Varyan was pissed; she put a hand over his shoulder and gave him a "Don't do anything stupid" stare.

The man clad in black leather had already turned his back again to them, pacing and staring towards the cliffs while smelling the air.

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The witcher was a little annoyed with the aggression of this people, but he had no time to deal with them, he had a task to fulfill, even thought there was no chance that he was going to receive his payment, he was still determined to fulfill it; realizing that the assembled crowd was not going to continue with their aggression, the witcher turned to once more try to track his quarry.

He smelled the air trying to discern where his quarry had taked refugee, he was certain that the Bruxas were hiding among the cliffs above, but where exactly he could not tell, the smell of dread and death that filled his surroundings was blocking his efforts, he had to focus himself in order to find the trace.

The witcher keep pacing among the cliff edge, until he finally decided to stop, he smiled lightly and yelled towards the cliff. "C'mon I know you are there, come out so we can have a little chat, and have fun, it's impolite to make someone wait this way" he received no answer, except the whistling of the wind, and curious looks from the people behind him.

The witcher sighed "well if you don't want to come out and play…" his left hand started to glow fire red, charging the sign of Igni, "then I will have to make you" The witcher released the energy in his hand causing a fiery explosion that became an expanding heatweave, into a section of the cliffs above, this action cause many of the people behind him to tense and once again they aim their arrows and firearms toward him with the intention of firing a second volley of arrows toward him.

Their efforts were stopped cold when high-pitched screams pierced the air; "RAAARGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

From the cold and smoke the alliance and horde forces saw naked female figures appear practically from nowhere; many male soldiers were aroused at the sight of these women; but they restrain themselves when they saw what appeared to be blood coming out from their mouths falling into their chest; when the smoke faded, they were surprised when they realized that there were dozens and dozens and dozens of this naked women in the middle of the valley road.

They saw a beautiful woman in a crimson dress in the front of these women; she had a very dreary furious look in her face, which inspired fear in their hearts like a demon that came out of their worst nightmares.

"YOU ARE THE MOST UNPLESEANT VERMIN THAT I HAD EVER THE DIRE LUCK TO DEALT WITH; WITCHER".

Said the woman in a terrible cold voice that sends chills, down the spine of the people gathered.

"I THOGHT ME AND MY SISTERS HAD GOTTEN RID OFF YOU, WHEN THE CRYSTAL EXPLOTED, SENDING US HERE; BUT IT SEEMS YOU WERE DRAG HERE TOO AS BAGGAGE"

The woman features softened and acquired a more pleasant look before continuing. "No matter, I will make sure to deal with you soon enough".

The woman acknowledge the presence of the people gathered and said with a lewd voice "Ohh, it seems you have found some friends, maybe they would want to join us and play a little; my sisters and I have not felt the touch of a man for quite a while and we are most desiring for such pleasure once more, I guarantee they won't be disappointment"

The women started to sway their hips and bodies in luscious movements, captivating many of the males in the audience, the women among the crowd where not amused, rather they were disgusted by the shameless way that this women were using to seduce the males.

The witcher turned his head toward the assembled people, and address them "Easy there boys, do not let this girls charms cloud your minds, I assure you there is a price that none of you would like to paid, if you fall for their hollow promises it will only end in disaster" Then the witcher pull out one of his knifes before continuing "allow me to show you".

The witcher tossed his knife which impacted right in the middle of one of the women head, sending it backwards, but without any movement from the rest of her body; she then repositioned her head in her previous position, staring vilely towards the witcher with a furious look, showing her glowing red eyes, and long, long and sharp fangs; she pulled the knife out of her head and made a high-pitched roar towards her aggressor.

That was enough to wake the men out of their daze, and raise their weapons again towards the women; the vampiress leader was not happy.

"Ugh, again you meddle in our affairs, fine if this how it's going to be; sisters make sure to drink every single drop of blood from his body" referred the vampiress towards her kin.

The women shown their true colors, their fangs sharpened and stretched in long needles, their mouths too stretched longer than humanly possible, and their nails to stretch in long razor-sharp claws; roaring and screaming in high-pitched tones.

The gathered members of both factions where freaked out at the sight of such a horrid change, their leaders wasted no time and gave the order to attack the vampiresses.

"Dear Light; quickly troops send those horrid fiends back to the dark pit where they came from" yelled King Varyan.

"Same goes for all of you, show them the might of the Horde" address Warchief Thrall towards his forces.

A massive volley of arrows, Javelins, throwing axes and bullets, was sent towards the vampiress; The witcher being in the middle used his great physical abilities to make a very High jump in order to avoid the incoming projectiles landing gracefully after the volley have passed.

The volley strike in full force amidst the vampiresses numbers, arrows pierced their bodies, javelins and axes get stuck in them, and bullets blew chunks of flesh out of them.

But not a single of the vampiresses fell; they just kept standing there with their bodies mutilated, and to the horror of the gathered forces they started to laugh in a dreary voice.

"MHAHAHAHAHA, QUITE AMUSING IS TO WITNESS YOUR FEEBLE ATTEMPTS TO STRIKE US DOWN" yelled the leading vampiress.

The vampiresses started to regenerate, their holes in their bodies closed, and any lost limbs grow back, their remove all of the projectiles from their bodies, and looked towards the assembled forces with wicked smiles.

The witcher stand unimpressed, he address toward the crowd and said "It's useless, normal weapons can't hurt them, only silver or magic, stay back while I deal with them, they are my quarry after all".

King Varyan was unable to speak; to shocked he was, that he just was able to make a hesitant nod towards the witcher along with several of the others leaders; The witcher turned his gaze back to the vampiresses and pulled a vial out from one of his pockets, with a strong green liquid inside, Blizzard, a mix that will boost his reflexes and reaction time for a brief time.

The witcher drank his contents, and his body started to shake, the nerves of his body become easily visible, twitching violently for a brief seconds before settling down again, that action gave him bewilder looks from the assembled people, that started to get even more anxious.

"Well; time to begin with this dance" said the witcher taking a defensive stance.

"Indeed" retorted the leading vampiress.

3 of the vampiresses grinned and then disappeared in a blur, only to reappear above the witcher in less than a second; the witcher blocked the incoming attacks but the vampiresses disappeared again, one reappeared behind the witcher, he blocked the attack by position his sword behind his shoulders; another reappeared ducked right in front of him, she lunged towards him with the intention of disembowel him, but he retaliated with a knee kick to her face; the last one reappeared on his left side, she launched an attack with her claws buy before her attack could reach home, the witcher just the same like the vampiresses disappeared in a blur.

The Bruxa just swing the air where the witcher use to be, she tried to locate him by looking her surroundings, suddenly she felt a piercing pain in her stomach, she looked down only to see the tip of a silver sword poking out from her stomach, then the tip moved upwards cutting in two the flesh of the vampiress until it came out through her right shoulder, all this while the vampiress screamed in a howled and loud tone.

The body fell up front to reveal the witcher standing, with his sword lifted upwards soaked in blood; the other 2 vampiresses were enraged for the dead of their sister and launched themselves once more toward the witcher, the witcher merely sidestepped the attack of the closest one and took the opportunity to pierce her heart with his sword, he quickly turned around and released her body, tossing it towards the other Bruxa who fell into the ground with her sister's body on top of her; The witcher jumped towards her and landed sinking his sword in the middle of the vampiress head.

The factions forces were awed, they have never seen someone moving so fast with such finesse, the witcher took a long breath, shrugged his shoulders and assume a defensive stance; The vampiresses were not pleased this time all of them except their leader, attacked Geralt at the same time trying to overwhelm him with mere numbers.

The witcher didn't even flinch, he knew it was the same situation that he had endure while fighting those Fleders and Garkains, this vampiresses will eventually cut through his defenses, nothing to worry about, because the black blood was still in effect, but he had to make sure to thin their numbers before getting bitten, he didn't want to spoil the surprise.

The witcher charged towards his attackers, this time he wasn't going to restraint himself, he was going all out, he cut in half the first 2 Bruxas that were in front of him, and was already fighting his way among their numbers, attacking with wide arcs, twirling his sword for faster attacks, and defending himself or dodging when the situation required it.

He started to receive some cuts and gashes, he had killed several of his enemies but they were still more, he needed a breather, so he charged his left hand with energy, small winds of air start to twirl around his hand; a great number of vampiresses was upon him so he quickly released the energy; Aard, a massive thrust of telekinetic energy hit the vampiresses right in their faces, blowing them backwards several feet, the witcher took the opportunity to roll towards the cliffs base and position his back in it in a prone position.

The vampiresses quickly recover from the attack and lunged once more toward him, but this time he manage to defend himself more easily, because he had his back on the rocks; the first one to get close to him was ran trough with his sword, he tossed the body back to the other incoming vampiresses making some of them trip, that were easily dispatched, he kept slashing his attackers while defending himself with little difficulty, after a few moments he realize he had to change of position because the bodies of his slay enemies were starting to pile up, threatening with getting him trapped.

He charged once more his left hand with the sign of Igni, Releasing the expanding heatwave amidst his enemies, incinerating several of them, he jumped high to change his position and avoid being hit, but was intercepted by the vampiress leader in midair, who punch him with great force and send him plummeting towards the ground; there the rest of the vampiress kin waste no time and fell on top of their prey, sinking their long fangs in his flesh.

The vampiress leader grinned in satisfaction; the witcher was finally killed at the hands of her sisters, now she felt they were truly free to do what they pleased.

Jaina watched in horror at how this demonic women, savagely bite and tear the man body, she couldn't keep her gaze at that sight, and tilted her head to one side to avoid seeing such a brutal act.

Even Varyan was disgusted, yes he had ordered this man to be killed, but not in such a gruesome manner, he didn't find any satisfaction in watching him fall.

The rest of the leaders were too appealed they didn't know or trust this man, but no one deserves such a horrible death at the hands of such savage and dreary beings.

They were all surprised when they heard, the man laughter coming from where he was being eaten, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I have a little surprise to you, you see I'm quite uneatable for your kind".

The Bruxas attacking him suddenly backed away from him, their bodies tremble and jerked uncontrollably, while vomiting great amount of black colored blood, they fell to the ground their bodies still suffering from the spasms until settling in without making any single other move.

All were speechless, with their eyes wide open, this man was still alive after such brutal attack not only that but he was toxic for those who tried to feed from him.

The vampiress leader was not pleased in fact she was enraged, she did not said nothing, rather she roared very loudly and very scary, the rest of her kin soon did the same; the witcher was amused and said. "Ohhhh, I didn't realize I hurt your feelings, I didn't even know that you, the denizens of the undead still cared for such stuff".

This caught the attention of lord Fordring "Undead?.... this are undead beings?" he inquired to the witcher.

"Well yeah, vampires are undead beings who drink the blood of others to sustain their own vampiric unlife" retorted casually the witcher as if it was a normal thing "…….. Why do you ask?"

"Paladins, soldiers of the Argent Crusade, rally on me, make the judgment of the light fall upon these wretched undead beings; CHAAAAAAARGE" Yelled lord Fordring rallying the paladins on a charge towards the mass off vampiress.

Rays of holy light fell upon the vampiresses burning them at the first touch, before they were able to retaliate, the paladins clashed among their midst; using their holy powers and hammers to strike them down.

Lord Fordring used The Ashbringer to strike one of the Bruxas down, when his sword made contact with the vampiress, this one was utterly destroyed by the holy power of the Ashbringer.

The Witcher was slightly impressed, he didn't imagine that the people of this world had the means to dealt with monsters, least of all holy ones, he quickly get rid of this thoughts and raised his sword to block the attack of a Bruxa, who though that it could catch him with his guard down; he cut her in half to show her, how wrong she was.

The paladins were quite effective against the vampiresses but the ferocity of these last ones was something that they had not seen before; the Bruxas ripped men out of their armors with their bare claws, or tore great chunks of flesh out of them with their mouths.

But the paladins where making short work of the Bruxas despite their ferocity, the hammers of the paladins where able of pummel down the Bruxas with ease, and their holy spells burned and scorch them, causing them great pain.

The vampiress leader was outraged, this people was slaying her sisters with easy, she could not let their journey to end like this, dead in a strange land against beings who powers of the wretched light; it was all the witcher's fault she had to make him pain, she dodge the hammer of and incoming Draenei paladin, and then retaliated by sinking her claws underneath his ribs, and tossing him away from her; She had to kill the witcher; she had to make him pay for their suffering.

The vampiress numbers where decreasing dramatically, Lord Fordring realize, the vampiresses had injured several of his paladins, and killed some others, but thanks the help of the black clad stranger this losses were kept to a minimum; he maimed or killed these undead beings with ease and skill, and his magics managed to keep a great number of them at bay, allowing his paladins to finish them off.

Lord Fordring stopped his advances, and raised his sword offering a prayer to the light, a rain of sparks of light fell upon the battlefield, and those that had fallen in battle raised anew to continue with their endeavors, behind the paladins forces, groups of priests were offering prayers and releasing gleams of light, that renew the spirit and granted respite to those who were touched by them.

The witcher felt his energies restored, the spells of light that this people were making seemed to restore the spirits and vitality of the living, while at the same time hurting and burning the undead, he continued his attacks with renowned vigor and after a few minutes of fighting the only one that was left of the vampiresses was their leader surrounded by the paladins forces, the rest were crushed or dead in the ground.

She cursed her luck, to be surrounded by religious dumb-asses warriors; she had the intention to show them why no one dares to cross her.

Lord Fordring was about to order his forces to strike this undead abomination down when he felt someone putting a hand in his left pauldron, he turned to see the stranger of white skin and hair looking at him.

"This one is mine, if you kindly?" Lord Fordring nodded and allowed the man to pass, he gave instructions to his men to withdraw, and give to the witcher and the vampiress enough space for their confrontation.

The witcher, stood in front of his quarry, golden eyes like the sun locked in a stare contest against fiery red ruby eyes; The vampiress lunged towards the witcher, he immediately stepped aside and took the opportunity to strike at her, but she intercepted the sword and use his own momentum to toss him several feet along with his sword, the witcher effortlessly landed gracefully on his feet.

He immediately launched another charge towards the vampiress; so fast he was, that he rammed his sword trough her abdomen, but the vampires retaliated with a vicious kick to his chest that send him backwards, but he managed to stay on his feet; The witcher shrugged and reposition himself for another charge.

The vampiress yelled; "THAT DOES IT, I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, I WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU SEE BEFORE DYING, YOU SHOULD FEEL HONORED THAT I WILL ALLOW YOU TO GAZE UPON MY TRUE FORM."

The vampiress started to transform, removing her disguise and showing her true form: Her hairs turned off a fiery red as his eyes, her nails stretched long becoming razor-sharped claws, her fangs became long pointy needles, red-blooded scales appeared on her legs, neck bone and abdomen, these scales also appeared and covered the totality of her arms; she was an Alp, a higher and powerful vampire; she mocked the witcher, with growls and aggressive motions, trying to lure him into attacking her.

But the witcher kept his temper; he did not rushed into a front attack that will leave him exposed against the greater speed of his opponent, he simple paced around her, sword in hand analyzing his opponent; the witcher felt a sensation in his bones, yes it was the same sensation he has felt every night at midnight since he partake in the trial of herbs, the predator sense, from midnight until dawn the features of the wolf within him, are exteriorized giving him increased reflexes and aggressiveness; even though he was sure that, there was still enough sunlight back when he was sucked in that crystal, but here in this place it seems he had arrived late in the dead of night.

The wolfish features in his face became more prominent and his eyes glowed brighter than ever, like two golden stars in the blackness of the void, the witcher growled like a wild animal and shown his white snowy teeth, slightly sharpened due to the change.

He and the vampiress stared and paced around each other like two beasts locked in a mortal confrontation, each one waiting for the right moment to launch what could be define as a decisive and lethal attack while taunting and trying to lure the other to commit an early attack.

The people watching them were both awed and fearful at the same time, many were tense waiting to see who will come out victorious, and how will them deal with the winner.

Finally the vampiress made the first movement lunging forwards while launching a swipe with her claws, the witcher rolled away and plunged his sword in her flank, but the vampiress quickly turned in a impossible speed and rammed her claws in his face, leaving nasty cuts in his face and neck; she the grab him, pummeled him in the ground and tossed him far away from her.

The witcher again, touched ground with his feet first, having his body in a bending position, he started to charge the sign of Igni again, but before anyone could blink, the Alp was already upon him again, he had to once more roll to a side to avoid her attack which crashed hard in the ground, cracking the earth beneath and making the Alp to viciously snarl; the witcher jumped towards her and sank his sword in the middle of her chest; but the vampiress was still not dead, she tried to take a bite on him with her fangs, even though the black blood was still in effect, he knew that such vicious attack at so close range will leave him with a very deep and lethal wound; so he quickly released the charged sign in his hand, right into the vampiress face that was thrown backwards because of the impact force, allowing him to distance himself from her.

But the witcher had no time to rest, the vampiress quickly recovered herself and charged once more towards him, with the face horribly scarred and burned, with murder in her eyes while making a dreary high-pitched scream; the witcher positioned himself and launched a single vertical slash forward at an incredible speed, he passed through the vampiress and stopped several feet behind her before turning and assuming a defense stance towards her.

The Alp stooped too, seemingly dumbfounded as to how the witcher managed to pass her, without she noticing it, she turned around and face the witcher once more but before she could do anything, she notice a fine line in the middle of her body that ran through all her height length, seemingly marking the point where his body could be separated in two identical halves; she was terrified when she saw that the line started to bleed, in that moment she quickly realized what the witcher had done.

"No….." was all she could whisper before her body split open in two, making a splashing noise, before both halves fell to the ground with a thump; the witcher lowered his sword, sighing, he shrugged his shoulders a little to diminish the strain of his body, his wounds were healing already so he cleansed and sheathed his sword without uttering a word, and turned himself towards the gathered crowd, only to find himself being stared astonished faces with wide eyes and open mouths; that make him feel a little bothered.

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King Varyan was dumbfounded, he could barely believe what had just happened, those horrific demonic undead women and this man with the wolf visage, utterly and effectively killing them all with such speed and elegance, he could see the same look of awe in the face of Jaina and the other leaders; even Garrosh was seemingly impress by this man feats.

He tried to formulate his words to assess the situation; but he could only managed to make hesitant questions "Who…..Who or..What are you?" he barely said towards the black claded man, who just simply stared at him with an expressionless blood stained face, that had big nasty wounds that were slowly closing and golden eyes that gleamed through the blood stain before answering.

"My name is Geralt of Rivia and I, am a Witcher"

King Varyan was unable to respond him; he tried to process this man answer without success; he had never heard of what this man was speaking of, but he was sure that this summit had just got more complicated.

But that's another story for another time.