[ As soon as the first move is made, any tentative would-be peace breaks instantly. They descend like hungry beasts, using fists and feet and cobbled-together weapons. Three go for Geralt outright, and the other two at Ciri.
She slides out of the way of a wild swing from a long, sharpened bone that might have been from one of the cave beasts, or another unfortunate prisoner at some point. Besides the small folding knife still around her neck, Ciri is unarmed-- but she's quick, and more coordinated than her attacker. Ducking around, she comes up behind him and slams an elbow into his ribs from behind, unbalancing him in order to make a grab for his arm and the weapon.
The second shouts something, and, annoyingly, starts throwing rocks. ]
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She slides out of the way of a wild swing from a long, sharpened bone that might have been from one of the cave beasts, or another unfortunate prisoner at some point. Besides the small folding knife still around her neck, Ciri is unarmed-- but she's quick, and more coordinated than her attacker. Ducking around, she comes up behind him and slams an elbow into his ribs from behind, unbalancing him in order to make a grab for his arm and the weapon.
The second shouts something, and, annoyingly, starts throwing rocks. ]