[ The swarm rises higher in the air, circling, casting ugly shadows on them both. Ciri answers distractedly, eyes darting between the creatures. ]
Yes. And-- no, not here.
[ That's not entirely true. She can use her powers here. She can try to teleport them back to where they were, or even back to Cadens, or just anywhere else. But if her ability was affected so strongly by the Singularity that it brought them both here, despite her having not the slightest intention to even get near this place, she has no idea what will happen if she tries to use her portalling powers so close to the monolith. For all she knows, the whole thing could split apart and start vomiting monsters from other worlds. Wouldn't be the first time.
Or they could wind up in the middle of the ocean. Or off a cliff. Or in space. She has no fucking clue, and she's maybe possibly panicking, just a little bit.
Ciri yanks her dagger free of her belt and shoves the hilt toward Viktor, releasing him in the process. ]
Stay behind me. Do not lose this.
[ And she takes up her position in front of him, sword at the ready, knowing it may well be less useful than a giant flyswatter against whatever these things are. She's never even seen a picture of them before. Are they venomous? How do they attack? What the fuck even are their faces?
The first wave begins to descend, more from above than in front, and Ciri instinctively steps away, crowding Viktor backward. Her sword swings out, slicing through one or two of them. Their chitinous little limbs click angrily.
Igni. She could try to use Igni. But the magic--
Is it different? If it's a Sign? She hasn't been having as much trouble with Signs as with everything else, and though she hasn't gotten to training on this one with Geralt, she knows it. She knows the sign for it, the theory. Fire seems a safer bet than blades against insects.
Or she might blow them both up.
Paralyzed by indecision and fear of the spiraling potential consequences, Ciri lashes out again wildly with her sword. One of the insects hovers down from above, the mass making up its face moving and wiggling, latching onto her bloody shoulder. ]
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Yes. And-- no, not here.
[ That's not entirely true. She can use her powers here. She can try to teleport them back to where they were, or even back to Cadens, or just anywhere else. But if her ability was affected so strongly by the Singularity that it brought them both here, despite her having not the slightest intention to even get near this place, she has no idea what will happen if she tries to use her portalling powers so close to the monolith. For all she knows, the whole thing could split apart and start vomiting monsters from other worlds. Wouldn't be the first time.
Or they could wind up in the middle of the ocean. Or off a cliff. Or in space. She has no fucking clue, and she's maybe possibly panicking, just a little bit.
Ciri yanks her dagger free of her belt and shoves the hilt toward Viktor, releasing him in the process. ]
Stay behind me. Do not lose this.
[ And she takes up her position in front of him, sword at the ready, knowing it may well be less useful than a giant flyswatter against whatever these things are. She's never even seen a picture of them before. Are they venomous? How do they attack? What the fuck even are their faces?
The first wave begins to descend, more from above than in front, and Ciri instinctively steps away, crowding Viktor backward. Her sword swings out, slicing through one or two of them. Their chitinous little limbs click angrily.
Igni. She could try to use Igni. But the magic--
Is it different? If it's a Sign? She hasn't been having as much trouble with Signs as with everything else, and though she hasn't gotten to training on this one with Geralt, she knows it. She knows the sign for it, the theory. Fire seems a safer bet than blades against insects.
Or she might blow them both up.
Paralyzed by indecision and fear of the spiraling potential consequences, Ciri lashes out again wildly with her sword. One of the insects hovers down from above, the mass making up its face moving and wiggling, latching onto her bloody shoulder. ]