Honestly, this is more of a potential preview. I may not include this in the next chapter, and instead save it for the following chapter.


The purple hue struck against the yellow hue. "This is all your damn fault!" Geralt said as he berated Reid. He broke the blade lock, and then attempted an overhead strike, followed up by a swift spinning slash aimed towards his ribs, which is parried.

"I had no way of knowing that Garrus and Boba Fett would work together," Reid argued back in response, as he blocked another attack sequence from Geralt. "Even less way of knowing that Garrus had been studying Sith illusions."

Reid attempted to come back at Geralt with an attack of his own, only for Geralt to brush it off with ease, and counter with a kick to the gut. With Reid winded, Geralt sent the ancient Jedi to the ground with a blast of Aard. He was then quickly right over him, as he pushed the tip of the lightsaber onto Reids forehead where it stopped dead in it's tracks, unable to penetrate the immortal's flesh, and instead leaving behind a sizzling wound.

"ENOUGH!"