Elder Blood Witcher - 766 Degenerate with Regenerative Qualities

One the smoke clears none of them are left flying, all of them now locked in combat against the Prospects, the ash of their kin deep enough to cover their feet.

While the Prospects are incredibly skilled warriors, they’re still no match for the Higher Vampires or brutally decimate their forces…

Kuretz “Yo Risryn, can we fight yet?” he asks, his fists itching and his sharp knuckle weapons already at the ready.

Risryn nods, materialising her sword and covering herself with energy, “Let’s.” she says simply as she leaps off the roof, directly towards an unaware hulking vampire.

*PUCHII!*

“RRRRAAAAAGHHHH!”

Risryn’s sword penetrates its neck, and she throws herself downwards with it still sheathed in its flesh, allowing her to decapitate it. She’s still forced to dodge the claws of its body that’re still randomly thrashing around.

Kuretz soon follows her, delivering a hard punch to the headless body, knocking it down and causing it to finally stop, even if the flesh is still writhing, displaying that it’s still somehow alive.

They both separate and start assisting the struggling Prospects, dealing with the bigger threats while mostly ignoring Bruxa, Alps, and other Vampires.

A shadow flashes through the alleyway just as they leave, mouth bloody from the numerous kills they’ve already had to commit…

Regis gags a little as he tears into the still writhing body of the Higher Vampire, devouring its vitals before moving onto the head, cracking open the skull and eating its brain.

Elsewhere :

Morwenna watches all of them on from the sides, not stepping out of her mist from as she thinks over what could possibly help her achieve victory… The mortal from earlier that was with Emiel had displayed surprising strength, but she was sure if she went all out she could probably deal with them, even if it stung her pride to admit this fact.

Her eyes travel over the landscape, past the unconscious magic users atop the keep, ignoring the Fire mages assaulting her kin from the rooftops, and on the Witchers slowly, efficiently, and methodically killing anything near them… None of these groups could threaten her, but eliminating them and revealing herself would not achieve victory. No, the things that were causing the most trouble would be the group of archers shooting elemental arrows and the two dragons decimating her airborne forces.

Morwenna’s arm is sheathed deep inside Ciri’s flesh, the force of her attack sending the dragon tumbling to the ground…

*BANG!*

Limbless body hits the ground causing an explosion due to her weight, creating a creator and causing dust to rise.

Fortunately or not, Geralt has been near the impact area and was running without hesitation to Ciri’s aid, casting Aard to clear the dust but not noticing the shadow behind him… “Ciri!” he shouts, running over to her.

A pair of thin, yet strong arms wraps around his arms, preventing him from moving his shoulders or even turning around…

Morwenna “I’ve never tasted a Witcher’s flesh before, this’ll be a first.” she states, as she bites into Geralts neck, not noticing his sword raising and pointing towards his own stomach.

*STAB!*

Morwenna quickly backs off as the Witchers silver blade stabs out of his own back and into her stomach, she coughs a little as a searing pain enters her veins… The Witcher’s blood covers her body, and the little she’d drunk was eating her form the inside due to the copious amounts of Black Blood potion Geralt had drank earlier.

*Flash!*

Reima appears behind Morwenna with a furious expression, muttering “Found you.” as he shoves his flaming hands into her chest and tearing her apart with his strength alone.

The two blood chunks of Morwenna’s body fly in opposite directions and turn into mist… Reima glances over at Ciri in her dragon form, a large wound on her body bleeds profusely but he doesn’t have time to help her right now… Geralt is also heavily injured, the injury on his neck isn’t that bad but his suicidal sneak attack had damaged his internal organs.

Morwenna reappears a mile above Reima and immediately starts transforming, not making the same mistake as last time. She grows to around 13ft, her flesh turning pink and bloody, as if she’d been skinned alive with a beastlike head mutating from her human one… Its mouth is scarily large compared to Dettlaff’s form, and it was overall much more fierce-looking.

Without a second thought, she dives for Reima at speeds few could match, impacting him with her claws being blocked by his Silver Blade as she carries him off into the sky.

Reima head butts the Vampire a couple times which does nothing but burn the flesh on her monstrous face. Eventually teleporting above the beast and stabbing down, only managing to cut a wound into her shoulder as she dodges to the side.

She swings her claws at him to counter-attack but he disappears again, appearing behind her and unleashes a huge gout of Dark Red Flame at her… She turns to mist and split into two strings of it, dodging the fire and reappearing below Reima, he’s already aware of her location though and his sword passes through her face and bisects her.

He cuts at the pieces of Morwenna’s body, slicing and dicing them until only small chunks remain… “This should be good enough right?” he asks himself aloud, but is shocked when the chunks liquify and reform into Morwenna’s body.

Morwenna “I AM IMMORTAL!” she roars, unleashing a shockwave that’d kill and probably even mulch any regular human hit by it… Unfortunately for her, Reima wasn’t affected in the slightest.