Elder Blood Witcher - 767 Becoming Mortal

Reima wipes the saliva from his face and scowls at her, “Shut your fat mouth.” he says, holding his hand up and conjuring hundreds of Crystal Soul Spears above him, all pointing at the vampire. And with a flick of his wrist, they all are sent shooting towards Morwenna.

She tries to dodge them but finds that they’re homing in on her, eventually deciding to turn to mist to dodge them…

*WHIZZ!*

The many Crystal Soul Spears pass through the red mist comprising Morwenna’s body, surprisingly causing her immense pain when they hit her… This was of course because the spears not only affect the physical, but spiritual as well.

The sudden pain has her accidentally revert her form, allowing the Spears to tear her body to bloody chunks for the second time this battle.

And, yet again, the chunks turn to mist and Morwenna reappears, completely intact. “YOUR EFFORTS ARE FUTILE! NOW DIE!” she shrieks, charging him again… Only for Reima to summon the Staff of Manus in his left hand and slam it down at her. She tries to block it but finds the weight of the weapon too much, her own strength not allowing her to stop the momentum.

Her claws are crushed as she tries to block the attack, she spins through the air disoriented from the impact and by the time she regains control of her faculties a searing pain erupts in her chest.

Reima had teleported behind her and driven his Divine Silver Sword into her back, “Let’s see how immortal you are after this!” he exclaims, stowing away the Staff of Manus and driving the Dark Hand into her body.

*PAIN!*

The feeling was indescribable, Morwenna was unable to due anything as soon Reima’s hand entered her back… She was exhausted from getting cut to pieces so many times and barely had the strength to resist this strange painful sensation.

Reima forces his hand in further, getting up to his shoulder until he touches something that immediately tries to escape away from his hand…

On Morwenna’s end, it’d felt as if this man had touched her “everything”, the thing that made her, her. The thing that made her an intelligent being capable reason, or feeling anything… “NO! LET GO! I’LL KILL YOU!” she wails at the top of her lungs, wishing for this feeling to stop.

Reima “You’re fucking done! This is what you get for pissing me off!” he shouts, reaching further in and grabbing the slimy thing, pulling his arm back as quickly and hard as possible.

Morwenna’s protests suddenly stop when the object leaves her back… Reima looks down at it and frowns… “Is this Humanity?” he mutters to himself, the entirely black soul writhing around in his hand…

He makesure to store the body into his Folded Space, the flesh no-longer living after he tore Morwenna’s soul out. This’d make a good present for Nerissa, he’d also like to see what kinds of Mutagen’s could be made from it… Regardless, there was something more important to attend to right now.

*Flash!*

Reima reappears where Ciri and Geralt had been, Limbless large body was no-longer present, meaning that she’d changed back into her human form… Looking over he could see Quelina and Anastacia attending to Ciri as Geralt watches them. “Geralt, you alright?” he asks, checking him over.

Geralt nods his head, his face still pale and covered in black veins from the potion toxins “I’m fine. What I’m worried about is Ciri…” he says, Reima only now noticing the huge wound starting from her shoulder, between her breasts and to her hip.

Reima pats him on the shoulder, “She’ll be fine, right?” he sends the questions to Anastacia.

She quickly nods, “The wound is resisting my Miracles, but she’ll live.”

Geralt frowns, “I’ve never heard of Vampires having venomous claws before… Maybe it’s a new species?” he asks.

Reima stands, “You guys look after her, I need to help the others clean up the remaining vampires.” he says, disappearing with another flash at the wall… Once he gets there he’s immediately pounced upon by a Higher Vampire in its true form, Reima grabs its arms as its tries to claw him and tears them off. Delivering a heavy kick to one of its knee’s which causes it to bend backwards…

He looks at the kneeling creature and uses the Dark Hand to tear its soul out, with a lot more ease than it had been against Morwenna. The corpse slumps to the floor lifeless, and Reima looks around to see the situation…

It seems after Morwenna’s death the army of vampires had started to retreat, and with most of the lesser vampires being unable to fly they’re forced to try and breach the wall without their counterparts carrying them again.

He spots Talem trying to fight off another Higher Vampire, using his glaive to keep it at bay inorder to resist its superior speed and strength… Unfortunately a nearby Prospects severs the head of a Plumard, inadvertently pushing its body into him and knocking him off balance… Talem tries to recover and uses the ability Unbreakable, causing Fold energy to cover him and block as claw heading for his head.

*Flash*

*Cut!*

Reima blinks towards them and cuts the beasts arms off as it tries to go for another swipe, driving his Dark Hand into its side and tearing its soul out like the previous one.

Reima helps Talem up off of the ground, “How’s the situation?”

Talem nods, “Without Solaire we’d all be sent straight back to the shrine… We hadn’t anticipated all the enemy forces to try and escape through the wall, the two monsters you just killed had previously been beaten by Solaire… But they managed to piece themselves back together…”