New, Old Spell

As Imlerith tumbles into the water as his ship splits in two he scrambles to get to the surface and look around for the survivors. His eyes dart around until they spot Caranthir, the other General and Navigator that allows for world travel, the man is floating above the surface with nothing but his staff and helmet, mimicking Imlerith in ditching the heavy armour that'd most certainly lead to their deaths.

Imlerith "What was that! Was it that traitor Avallac'h!?!" he shouts with furious indignation.

Caranthir shakes their head and looks back to the shore where the attack had come from, his eyes widen as he spots something else churning the surrounding magic...

Reima had just cut the ship in two and found it was quite entertainment to watch the soldiers of the Wild Hunt sink to the bottom of their ocean while frantically trying to swim in their heavy armour... However, he knew that the leaders wouldn't be taken out so easily. This was confirmed when he spots one large figure and one that looks similarly to a mage floating in the water not far from the wreckage.

Reima "There's some survivors." he states.

Geralt doesn't say anything but Ciri asks, "What do they look like?"

Reima "One's large and bald while the other's still got his helmet on... And still has a staff."

Ciri nods, "Imlerith and Caranthir, generals of the Hunt... Can you pick them off from here?" she asks.

Reima shrugs, "Kinda wanna try a spell I've been dying to use since assembling it..."

Ciri "As long as it kills them do whatever you want."

Reima spins the Staff of Manus in his hand while applying the formulae responsible for the spell, the entirety of the staff begins to glow a bright light blue. Eventually it's done and he points the tip of the staff at the two floating in the water.

Light explodes from his staff, though no sound is emitted... Instead a huge beam of white and light blue light shoots from his staff towards the two men. As it approaches them it skims the water but for some reason doesn't affect it in the slightest, as if it were an illusion.

Caranthir who'd noticed the spell being constructed had already prepared an escape, though when he saw the attack he was almost too shocked to act. A slap across his back courtesy of Imlerith brought him back to reality however. He points his staff downwards and a portal opens up, sucking the two in along with a amount of water which becomes a huge whirlpool. Atleast, until the portal closes.

Geralt and Ciri both watch as the duo escape and then turn their eyes to Reima who's currently on his back with the tip of his staff still smoking....

Reima "Uh, I think it could use a little more work..." he mutters from the ground.

Ciri "You think?" she says while sighing at the fact two of the people she hated the most had escaped.

Geralt "Whatever it was, it's effective." he says, still glaring at the now vacant water.

Reima "Unless you guys wanna keep staring at a bunch of bloated elven corpses I suggest we get going... The Hunt will take a while to follow if I take us to Kaer Morhen, which'll give me enough time to gather my own allies." he says.

Geralt "Your own allies?"

Reima nods, "Remember I was saying about a world coming to an end? I befriended it's inhabitants and promised them sanctuary, though I'd have to ask Vesemir if they could occupy Kaer Morhen... That, and I'm not sure how many I'm going to actually bring. You could say I've got a literal immortal army at my disposal." he says while thinking about Risryn, Talem and Kuretz.

Geralt nods, "Well, we can use all the help we can get. To be honest I thought we were going to be outnumbered a hundred to one, but with your friends it'll be an easier battle."

Ciri "No, point in dawdling, let's get back then." she says, taking hold of Reima's hand.

Geralt gives a heavy sigh and grabs Reima's shoulder, just as Nerissa hugs Reima's arm to herself.

Reima "Alright guys, for this to work you need to say "Up-up and away!"... Otherwise it won't work." he says, barely holding a neutral expression.

Ciri players along as she finds messing with Geralt incredibly entertaining. "Right, almost forgot about that."

Reima and Ciri "Up-up and away!"....

Reima looks at Geralt, "You need to say the words or this won't work."

He groans and rubs his face, "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

Geralt "Up-up and away!" he says loudly, before looking at the other with confusion at being the only person doing it.

They laugh and Reima teleports them to Kaer Morhen before Geralt scolds them.

Courtyard of Kaer Morhen :

A turquouise flash indicates the groups arrival, Geralt shaking his head and remarking, "Hm, that isn't as bad as I'd thought."

Reima "Well obviously, our teleportation is like Portals on crack... Or er, Fisstech." he corrects himself while Geralt nods in understanding.

While the duo are chatting Ciri looks around in giddy excitement at the nostalgic scene, though it's around midnight in this area of the world the torches illuminate the keep well. They aren't for the Witcher however as they don't require lighting to see, instead it's for the people here to help fend off the Wild Hunt.

Up on Reima's favourite balcony there are two people sipping wine as they watch over the mountain pass... One notices the groups presence and stands up, revealing her striking red hair.