Elder Blood Witcher - 790 Boss fight?

Dythi “Is this too tight?” he asks her gently.

Etredi “D-don’t treat me like a child… But yes, it’s too tight.” she adds, her cheeks going red.

Tildanird “I didn’t think we’d make it out of there… Think there’s any more Vampires ahead?”

Hurtelt shrugs, “Probably, hopefully, it’ll be one we can deal with though, there’s isn’t really anywhere to escape if we come across a Higher one… Zudite, we getting closer to Margarita or what?” he asks.

Zudite closes his eyes for a moment before reopening them, “We’re almost there… She says that she’s heading to the basement to meet us…”

Dythi “Are we even in the basement though? Sure this place looks different than the ruins, but what if we’re walking into a trap or something?”

Hurtelt “Well, if we are, we die… It’s a simple as that.” he says, raising a brow as they start walking past empty prison cells.

Zudite “Looks like we’re on the right track… Margarita’s friend should be down here.”

Hurtelt nods, retrieving a vial from his bag and drinking it.

Dythi “What’s that one supposed to do?” he asks curiously.

Hurtelt, “Hopefuly you won’t need to find out… It’s my last one, but since we’re nearing the end I suspect I won’t get another chance to drink it.” he says ominously.

The group continue to walk for a few minutes, eventually they find themselves in-front of a cell holding a bloody and bruised woman wearing rags, her platinum blonde hair and piercing golden eyes making her look like a captured princess…

Zudite “Miss, we’re friends of Margarita, we’re here to rescue you.” he says, kneeling down to speak with her.

“Hehehe, I knew I’d find some pests looking for this mortal, Lord Vasile was sure you’d be coming for her.” a voice echoes from down the hallway.

Hurtelt immediately drops into a low stance, his Cat-school dagger at the ready…

A man with long greasy black hair steps into view of Zudite’s light, his aristocratic clothing giving him the appearance of a typical corrupt noble… He gives a wide grin, showing the fangs in his mouth as he opens his arms to greet them, “Welcome to my lord, Vasile’s domain. I’m sure you’ve received an adequate welcome from our shrine below, but it seems they were lacking in some aspects… Mainly the one where you’re still alive… Allow me to fix this issue.” he says, his face turning beast-like and large claws forming on his hands.

He dashes forwards, slashing them at Hurtelt who steps to intervene, casting an Igni sign which blasts the man with flames, obscuring his vision and allowing Hurtelt to dodge their first strike, taking the chance to give a long cut to their side.

*BANG!*

Dythi is knocked heavily against the wall as the Higher Vampire backhands him. Immediately turning into red mist and appearing behind Hurtelt.

Hurtelt casts a Quen shield but it’s broken as he’s forced to the ground… He pushes against the Vampire chest while quickly stabbing it in the guy many times as it tries to bite his throat. Tildanird runs and stabs two silver stakes into it’s back, causing it to rear up and unleash a roar of anger.

“Pathetic worms! I’LL END YOU!” they shout, kicking Hurtelt who’s on the ground in the ribs and sending his body flying into the group, knocking them all to the ground…

Hurtelt spits blood which smokes as it hits the ground, he gets up ignoring the pain and confronts the Vampire again, holding his ribs from the pain.

They clash again, the Vampire faster than before and managing to slash deep wounds into Hurtelts chest… The Vampires claws aren’t affecting by the blood, which causes Hurtelt to scowl, he’s clearly not going to win this fight, which means something drastic has to happen to achieve victory…

Hurtelt “Fucking blood sucker! You and your entire race are nothing but parasites!” he exclaims, the Vampire roaring and charging at him…

He blocks the claw heading for his throat, but doesn’t back away… Instead jumping at the beast tries to bite down on him, positioning his shoulder where his neck was.

*CRUNCH!*

The Vampire bites into Hurtet’s clavicle, breaking the bone in half and drinking heavily from his blood, Hurtelt groans loudly in pain, but manages to stab the Vampire in the neck just as the Black Blood potion is starting to take affect.

The Vampire holds its wound and starts coughing, black veins becoming apparent on its face as its affected by the Witcher toxins… Hurtelt uses the last of his strength to slam the beast against Ciaran cell, falling to the ground breathing heavily afterwards…

Ciaran who’d been watching all of this happen takes the chance to get involved, getting ahold of the Vampire neck to hold it against the bars, grabbing the Silver Dagger still lodged in its neck and tearing its throat out.

She isn’t finished just there however, she uses the Cat-school dagger to cut, cut, cut, and cut, until the only thing still connecting the Vampire head to its body is its spinal cord… Ciaran doesn’t hesitate to bring the knife down on that as well, finally decapitating it as the others watch on in awe…

Dythi “Shit, Hurtelt! Are you alive!?!” he exclaims, leaning down and examining him.

Hurtelt coughs a couple times and nods, “Yeaaahhhh, I’m fucked up though…” he mutters weakly.

Etredi “You did great… You actually managed to beat it.” she says, clearly amazed by Hurtelt’s earlier actions.

Hurtelt “N-no thanks to you squirt… It wasn’t only me though…” he says, nodding his head at Ciaran.

Ciaran shakes her head, “I only slaughtered a beast, what difference is there to this and a pig?” she says with a dull expression.