The Witcher: Black and White
The Knights of Roshytta
Andred's warning was valid. In a month's time, a small army appeared at the gates, all infantry and a handful of bowmen. From atop the ramparts, Vesemir peered down at the force below. Despite the circumstances, he was confident in his chances, seven professional monster killers versus a hundred or so boys in cheap armor. Fish in a barrell.
Vesemir returned to the Courtyard where Marvo, Sonfrith and the other Witchers waited for the fighting to commence. They weren't the least bit worried, probably that emotion was drained from them long ago but nevertheless.
"What's the odds, Vesemir?" asked Sonfrith.
Vesemir chuckled. "100 to one, our favor. They're just boys. These Knights of Roshytta are grossly underfunded."
"Perhaps underestimating them is unwise." piped up Evyn.
"Evyn, what did I tell you about overestimating?" Vesemir asked.
Evyn gave a short respectful bow. "My apologies, Master Vesemir."
Vesemir drew his steel sword. "We don't have Geralt here, but we don't need 'im. We have seven Witchers here! Kill 'em all!"
The Witchers drew their swords and sprinted at inhuman speeds across the Courtyard and to the gates. They knew the bridge was the only way the Knights of Roshytta would be able to enter Kaer Morhen so they'd just meet them on the wrong side.
Unlike what the soldiers expected, the Witchers burst through the gates and met the soldiers head on. A hail of bolts from crossbows came down upon them, only to be slapped aside by a well timed Quen by them all. They broke their Quens and again charged forward. They smashed into the first line of soldiers who were already on the bridge.
Vesemir, Sonfrith, Marvo, Wigro, Arnley, Evyn, and Salac effortlessly cut down twenty or so with their combined skill. The terrified line of soldiers retreated back to where the crossbowmen and a group of five men on horses were. Marvo figured these men were the great warriors Andred spoke of.
All but one had full faced steel helmet, making their faces impossible to see, but the last wore no helmet. He had long black hair and was clean shaven, His armor, like his companions probably cost a fortune and was custom made. This one had to be Adius Turnican.
Turnican raised one arm in the air and ordered another wave of bolts to be fired. Reluctantly, the bowmen fired, hitting a handful of their own retreating men. A a few of their bolts reached the Witchers and were blocked by Quen. Except one. A single bolt was too quick even for the Cat; Sonfrith. It reached him before his Quen went up and lodged itself into his neck.
Sonfrith fell to the wooden bridge and Marvo stepped in front of him with his Quen to block the rest of the bolts from reaching his trainer. Sonfrith fought to his feet and picked up his sword.
"Have at thee!" Sonfrith shouted waving his arms like wings.
Adius' face turned foul and he turned to his fellow knights, exchanging a few words. Then, they turned to the forest surrounding Kaer Morhen and retreated. The beaten soldiers quickly followed in their steps. When it was over, nearly half their force had been decimated and only Sonfrith was injured.
Sonfrith; with both hands, pulled the bolt out of his neck. He was in great pain but Marvo was sure Vesemir had a potion or two for that. When they returned to the Courtyard, Vesemir addressed his Witcher comrades.
"What we did shows the child King Radovid that we are a small force, aye. But a force to be reckoned with all the same! Although, they know our numbers and they're return," Vesemir turned to Sonfrith. "Take the remaining horses and ride to Aedern. Hopefully the Redanians will break off the closer you get to Nilfgaard."
Sonfrith nodded. "To me, Witchers. We shall decide your titles along the way! Come!"
Marvo was right on Sonfrith's heels along with the other Witchers. They didn't know what Vesemir was going to do on his own, but he was confident in his master's determination.
They rode out that afternoon. They didn't stop till they were miles from Kaer Morhen. Then the next morning they were riding again, always at a brisk pace. For months, they kept that going until they passed the Pontar and reached Aedern. There, they'd finally take on their roles as Witchers.