Elder Blood Witcher - 755 Unending Swarm

Sieglinde “I am sorry Zoltan, but as a knight of Catarina, and daughter of Siegmeyer, I cannot let those creatures continue to run amuck! My very pride and honor are on the line and I refuse to reject my fathers virtues.” she states, grabbing her sword and walking towards the exit.

Zoltan “Lass… Just, be careful, you are young and can achieve much, no point in cutting in short.” he says, trying yet again to summon Reima with the necklace he’d given him.

Sieglinde nods, “The defenses Sir Reima gave us will protect you for the most part, do not draw needless attention towards the building though, I do not know the limitations of the defenses.” she cautions and finally leaves.

Arter of Kaedwen had attempted to muster a defense as the commander of the guard, but his men had instantly broken ranks as soon as the flying creatures descended upon them, and even despite their traitorous intentions of retreating, he couldn’t blame them… No sane man should try to fight such an army, and he doubted anyone could. With all of his men fleeing or dead, he ran into the city in an attempt to find his daughter and grandchildren…

He barely managed to fight off the small bat-like creatures that now completely infested the city as he ran, eventually finding a spot devoid of living creatures… Though, their corpses littered the area. A woman wearing plate armour and covered in blue cloth could be seen decimating the invading enemies, her great-sword cutting through them with ease.

People gathered around her location to find safety in her strength, and Arter could spot his daughter among them…

“Father!” she shouts, tears streaming down her face, blood clumping her silver-blonde hair together.

Arter runs over and cups her face, checking her over for injuries as the woman continues to brutalize the seemingly never-ending creatures. “Ardral! Are you okay, are you injured?” he asks, seeing her distressed appearance.

Ardral “Father! Lut, he’s missing, I don’t know where he is!” she shouts, choking up as despair begins to take hold, the numerous corpses of humans and monsters alike not providing her any hope.

Ardral “NO! WE MUST SEARCH FOR HIM!” she screams inconsolably.

Shaking his head Arter stands, his blood sword still firm in his grip, “Then, you stay here and keep close to that woman… I’ll look for Lut, DON’T follow me.” he states and runs off, through a nearby alleyway in search of his grandson.

Arter himself knew that he was no match for most of these monsters, even if he was one of the most skillful warriors in this city… He made sure to remain unseen as he ducked behind alley’s, snuck through burning buildings, and other incredibly risky things. Eventually, he’d reached the entrance to the Kaedweni Auction House and spotted another warrior fighting off the hordes, this one wearing armour that resembled an onion, wielding a Zweihander covered in dark red flames in one hand with ease, while the other held a buckler with a spike in the center of it.

Sieglinde gives a strained heave as she bashes a hulking creature in the chest, piercing a large wound with the spike and getting some distance from it as it flails its claws around in a rage. She stabs her weapon forwards like you would a pike, defending against a claw as she does so.

The weapon sheaths half of its blade in the creature’s chest, penetrating its heart and killing it… It falls backward with a yelp, blood spewing out all over.

Sieglinde glances towards Arter and is about to tell him to take shelter within the Auction House, but is interrupted as one of the many bat-like creatures pounce on her back, she struggles to tear it off of her armour and only thrashes around absentmindedly, as more and more grab ahold of her… After a moment she was covered by thirty of them, her armour wasn’t even visible withing the pile any longer as the beasts tried to pierce the army to attack her flesh within…

Arter looks on fearfully but squints as something from within the pile begins to light up… Before he could even blink the creatures had been evaporated into red mist as a white shockwave explodes outwards from the onion warrior.

Sieglinde “Come at me fiends! I am unlike those without the strength to defend themselves!” she roars, bagging her sword on her buckler.

“Ahhhhhhhh! H-help me! someone!” a young voice yells fearfully drawing both of their attention… One of the bat-like creatures had grabbed a young man from behind the Auction House and was attempting to fly away with them…

“LUT!” Arter shouts while attempting to throw his sword at the creature, which hits… But isn’t strong enough to dislodge his Grandson from its grip…

Sieglinde was about to throw a lightning bolt at it just as someone else intervenes… A huge shadow leaps at the creature, headbutting it and grabbing the young boy gently in his mouth.

Lut looks at his savior and smiles through his panicked tears, “Sif!”