Dance with the devil

Gaunter O'Dimm "You will come with me willingly, or I shall have to be forceful." he says, the contract in his hand glowing ominously.

Reima "You won't, touch her and I'll cut you from your neck to your ass." he threatens.

Stairrde Strickut stands and looks furiously at him, "You watch your mouth when speaking to master!"

Reima scowls and summons the Staff of Manus in his right hand, tapping the floor which causes a viscous black hand made from humanity to grab the Nilfgaardians leg. "You're out of your league, shut your mouth while I talk to your Master." he glares at Gaunter O'Dimm, "What are your intentions? We've not knowingly wronged you, and yet you still make actions against us."

...

Gaunter O'Dimm grins, "You see, that's where you are wrong... While yes you've not knowingly offended me, your very existence is the antithesis to mine, a thorn in my side. It's unfortunate you have to be dealt with, I'm sure we could've done much together." he says, snapping his fingers and causing a man dressed in fine clothes with ginger hair and beard to appear before them, a curved sword strapped to his hip... "I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine, Sir Olgierd von Everec.

Olgierd stumbles forwards and quickly looks around, gaping at the fact time seemed to be frozen, "You... You finally appear before me again, demon?"

Gaunter O'Dimm nods, "I know you've been looking for me, so I wanted to offer a chance to remove the small curse you've been inflicted with... All you need to do is kill those two for me." he says gesturing towards Reima and Ciri.

...

Olgierd nods, not even asking any questions about the reason these people deserved death... He draws his sword which glows with red runes as crimson light surrounds him. He swipes his sword at the black arm extending from the floor and refusing to let go of Stairrde Strickut, the man nodding in response.

Reima frowns, truth be told, he was slightly intimidated by the fact this guy could literally stop time... It didn't seem to work on he and Ciri, probably because of their Elder Blood, if this was true then it'd mean that Gaunter O'Dimm was probably the being mentioned in Nalenthi's journal. This also meant that Gaunter himself was weak against magic using the Elder Blood.

He looks to Ciri, she already had Seath in her hand, ready to battle against these people, the Gleam Cloak wrapped around her neck and protecting her shoulders. "Ciri, you already these two, I'll get the bald cunt with the shit-eating grin." he states, managing to get a small smile from her before she goes back to a determined neutral expression.

Ciri "Just these two? I feel like you're underestimating me." he says jokingly.

Reima steps forwards, activating Yoko mode which causing a golden aura to envelope his body, unleashing his aura which causes the ground beneath him to start melting into lava. His Silver Sword sits in his right hand while the Staff of Manus rests in his left, both ready to start cutting away at his enemies.

Gaunter O'Dimm "I suppose you wish to fight then? Are you sure? I can tell you're still tired from earlier." he says with a huge grin on his face.

Reima "Shut up and fight me!" he exclaims, launching himself at quick speeds at Gaunter, the demon disappearing and reappearing a few hundred meters in the air...

*Flash!*

Reima blinks behind him and sweeps his silver sword at him after channeling it with Chaos Blade and Elder Blood Energy, causing turquoise flames to explode from it.

Ciri ignores the fight going on above them and drops into a low stance, readying her sword while glaring at her two opponents... She didn't know who either were, nor their abilities, so shed decided to go on the defensive until she knew for sure... That being wouldn't bring them here if they weren't able to assist him.

Olgierd steps forwards confidently while flourishing his blade, "Alright lady, I'd go easy on you were this no-"

*Flash*

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Olgierd's arm flies off as Ciri flashes behind him and cuts it off as it's flourishing his blade, taking him completely offguard... He looks down at the stump then back at Ciri who's sending a smug grin at him. "Hm, seems I've underestimated you... No matter." he mutters as Stairrde Strickut tosses the severed arm still holding the sword at him, Olgierd holding it against his stump which causes it to heal before Ciri's very eyes. "You're not the only one with tricks." he states, red energy exploding from him as he dashes towards Ciri attempting to run her through.

Ciri was surprised he hadn't been bothered by his arm being severed, even more when he'd easily fixed the wound... She deflect the blade while stepping backward, though, not fast enough as Olgierd slams his shoulder into her, knocking her to the floor.

He stabs down at her but she disappearing in a flash of Turquoise light behind him, stabbing him through the heart with Seath, twisting the blade to cause more damage to his internal organs.

She wasn't confident at the strike doing anything of value after seeing him easily heal his earlier wound, this is further confirmed when Olgierd tries to turn around to slash at her, both of them clashing in a contest of strength, Ciri to hold the man in place with her sword in his chest and Olgierd trying to twist his body to wrench the sword out of her grasp.

Ciri twists the sword to the side and allows the sword to cut it's way from the man's body, she feels an ominous feeling behind her and flashes away, realising she'd almost forgotten about her other opponent... The Nilfgaardian soldier with the strange glowing red arm.