I'm sorry! I am so sorry.

There will be 1 more chapter after this to set up a possible second series, it has been fun writing this and with all the followers I've got because of this story chain, I'm so happy and hope you check out my website .com and check out my other stories.

Death

Yennifer gasped as the knight gripped her by the throat, holding her over the small wooden table. She coughed and spurted spittle down her cheeks as her fists tried to part the strong plated hands around her neck, her feet kicked at his back and smashed against the strange metal armour.

"Ger...er…al..alt…" she whimpered through sputtering breaths. Geralt couldn't do anything, he laid on the ground less than two meters away, a large gash across his back bleeding profusely. "Ci…ri…" she added a few seconds later, neither could their surrogate daughter help as she was whimpering against a nearby wall, gasping from the stern punch to her stomach that had knocked all air from her lungs.

"Yen" Geralt groaned and tried to pull himself up, but his limbs were heavy and his body just sank into the mud beneath him.

Yen's eyes began to roll back into her skull as she felt the grip tighten around her throat.

"You're going to watch her die, Swallow, then I'm going to kill your father too, watch as his cat eyes bulge as I squeeze the life from his throat like this whore of a sorceress" The Knight snarled and began to laugh as Yennifer's kicks began to slow.

"Yen… Don't… please" Geralt groaned and tried to get up. The Knight suddenly jolted forward and there was a crack, Geralt knew that sound and knew that it was quiet but deathly.

Yennifer's head fell back and hung loosely over the lip of the table. A moment later, the Knight threw the body of Yennifer to the side, letting her fall into the dirt and ruin her perfect skin with dirt and rubble that had been the houses main entrance.

"Now, your turn" the Knight snarled and began to walk closer to Geralt, his armour clanking with every step.

Geralt's hands tightened into a fist, squeezing so hard it felt like his fingers would burst apart. His eyes filled with tears, people said Witchers had no emotions but what Geralt felt with Yen had to be emotions, what he felt NOW had to be emotions. He let out a loud scream, a howling scream which sounded more like a wolf's howl than anything else; a kin to his namesake.

Ciri began to howl too, like a pack of wolves losing their den mother, the wolf and the Swallow howled in pain and tears.

This forced the Knight to laugh and get distracted. He turned around in circles as he laughed loudly. "This is gold, this is perfect. If the others could ever see you crying like this, they would be enjoying this so much" The knight laughed.

Geralt slowly stood up in silence, his face turned solid as he kept his eyes on the Knight. Ciri had stood up too, the pair had found a pocket of energy in Yen's death, as if her life had gone to them and powered their souls to fight one last time as they rose in unison; both of them mirroring the other's actions side by side.

"I will kill you" Geralt snarled.

"No, I will kill you" Ciri snarled.

"No, WE… will kill you" Geralt told him and she nodded along side Geralt.

"Acceptable" she replied and looked to Geralt for a moment as the pair met eyes. They nodded and drew their blades from their back in unison, the steel scraping against the scabbard and ringing out through the estate.

"Oh, a little fight left in ya, this will be interesting. Swallow, I will gut your father and let you watch the life drain from him, like the bitch of a mother you have" The Knight laughed, hands going to his back and re-drawing the two large blades from their holsters strapped crosswise across his back.

The three of them stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity before Geralt let out a loud cry and charged forward, sword held at his side vertically at his shoulder, charging in and swinging the blade in a cut from right top to bottom left of the target.

The Knight did not move until the last moment and with a step back, he knocked Geralt's blade to the side and came in with his other blade.

"Not like that" Ciri hissed as she appeared right beside Geralt on the opposite side of the Knight, her blade deflecting the hit against Geralt. She began to teleport around the Knight, every time he swooped in to attack her, Geralt would be right on his arse; causing him to have to use both blades to defend and attack the pair.

Spinning around the pair as they came at him both at the same time. They were relentless in their attacks and the Knight decided that perhaps killing the Sorceress was not the best idea with them both there at the same time. He was not worried however, he knew he was better than the Swallow and the Witcher was not as strong as the Swallow was; so he could end the Witchers life and finish off on the girl.

Geralt snarled as he swung his silver blade; this was the only blade left to him after the steel one was broken by the Knight in the initial fight. He would be ruining the silver by using it up against armour and swords but this sword was for monsters and this knight was defiantly a monster.

Ciri on the other hand was using her old sword, not the one he had bought for her; she was teleporting and jumping around the Knight but he seemed to be able to predict where she was going to be and one of his blades was there to deflect the blade the moment it appeared.

That was when Geralt saw his moment, Ciri had pushed to hard and the Knight had turned too catch the opening. She grunted in pain as a sword caught her side in a slash but Geralt had his opening.

Stepping back and allow himself more room to get the right angle, he brought the sword horizontal and thrust hard. The armour would deflect even a thrust but he aimed for the armpit, pushing the sword deep into the arm, the Knight howled in pain and brought his other sword around to hack at Geralt, who had to duck the blade but caused an opening for Ciri.

Mimicking the same move, she thrust her blade up his other armpit and the Knight stood between them, crossed armed and blood dribbling down his armour plates.

"How?" he hissed as he staggered, the pair still holding the blades up inside his armpits.

"You made the biggest mistake of messing with us!" Geralt hissed and let go of the sword the same time Ciri let go of hers. Ciri grabbed the helmet of the Knight and yanked it off, revealing the crying hairless face; Geralt grabbed the knight by the throat and began to push him down, letting Ciri kick his knee's from under him.

The Knight let out a howl as he fell back on the table, the blades shaking from their staked positions. The table collapsed under his armoured weight and knocked him to the ground. Geralt was already on him, grabbing him by his throat and was soon matched by Ciri, who's hands gripped around the Knight's throat too.

"Let's see your eyes bulge" Ciri hissed as she pushed deeper onto his throat, the pair snarling so much spittle was dribbling down their chins.

"More… will…come!" he hissed as he tried to pull their hands from his neck and clawed at their faces with his gauntlets.

"Let them come" They both hissed in the same moment and thrust down hard. A crack, and the Knight laid limp, a slight spasm in his death throws.

Falling back from the body, the pair suddenly burst into tears, turning and crawling over to Yennifer. Geralt pulled her into his arms and looked down at her face. "Yen.." He whimpered and shook her. "Wake up Yen… please…"

Ciri shook her too, knowing it was useless but had to do it. "Yennifer… please don't leave us… we need you!" she begged. The pair cried with Yennifer in their arms for a long time until BB stepped out of cover.

"Sir, Madam… she is gone, you have to come inside before you catch a cold" He walked over and knelt down. "The man, the knight, he stated more will come. Madam Yennifer would not want you to lose your life to these fools. You should prepare for them" He told them, softly placing his hands on their shoulders.

Geralt nodded slowly and stood up, picking up Yennifer as he did so. "We will prepare, and kill every last one of them"

"Every last one" Ciri repeated and the trio entered the house, Yennifer being placed on the master bed with a blanket over her body.

"I will clean her up, make the Madam presentable." BB explained as he stood nervously looking at the mess around them. "And have the repairmen come"

"Thank you BB" Geralt sniffled and looked down, he felt, empty… as if something was missing from him now.

"Geralt" Ciri mumbled quietly and put a hand on his arm, he pulled her into a tight embrace.