If the wolf could have just stayed their only problem at the present.
But that would be easy and Ciri has honestly never been a fan of the mundane. Her eyes had been kept to Avery as the woman went through her plan to lure the wolf. For a moment she did not dare breathe until the beast sailed by, knocking Avery to the ground and tearing through the skin of the Tevinter's neck like it was nothing but the wolf isn't her main concern. It isn't even her second concern as the foursome step out onto the balcony and one has the gall to tell them to stop.
The grip on her sword tightens slightly and she takes off, racing toward where some of the healthy portions of the plant still remain. There are the two racing toward her and the addled Jamie but her sights stay on the one trying to block her path. She parries his attack as he draws in close before twisting her form low, jabbing her sword through a weak spot in the armor at his knee. There isn't any time to stop and see the damage dealt but hopes it is enough to slow him down as her sights are focused solely on the four lording over from above them now.
Despite the age of the ruins offering more than ample climbing rungs she climbs atop the sprawling rose vines before the four can clear away the fire that Bruce's magic has ignited under their feet. Considering the size of the vines she is able to scale them much like she would a tree while using the thorns both as leverage and to keep herself from being thrown as they thrashed around. Once there is enough height to reach the balcony, she leaps forward and lands with wobble atop the railings. Not intending to fall she reaches forward to grasp one of the mages at the speaker's side by his collar, grinning as she uses his weight to pull him forward and steadies her stance on the balcony railings.
She fixes her blade on her next target, eyes narrowed and leaps toward Zoroastres.
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But that would be easy and Ciri has honestly never been a fan of the mundane. Her eyes had been kept to Avery as the woman went through her plan to lure the wolf. For a moment she did not dare breathe until the beast sailed by, knocking Avery to the ground and tearing through the skin of the Tevinter's neck like it was nothing but the wolf isn't her main concern. It isn't even her second concern as the foursome step out onto the balcony and one has the gall to tell them to stop.
The grip on her sword tightens slightly and she takes off, racing toward where some of the healthy portions of the plant still remain. There are the two racing toward her and the addled Jamie but her sights stay on the one trying to block her path. She parries his attack as he draws in close before twisting her form low, jabbing her sword through a weak spot in the armor at his knee. There isn't any time to stop and see the damage dealt but hopes it is enough to slow him down as her sights are focused solely on the four lording over from above them now.
Despite the age of the ruins offering more than ample climbing rungs she climbs atop the sprawling rose vines before the four can clear away the fire that Bruce's magic has ignited under their feet. Considering the size of the vines she is able to scale them much like she would a tree while using the thorns both as leverage and to keep herself from being thrown as they thrashed around. Once there is enough height to reach the balcony, she leaps forward and lands with wobble atop the railings. Not intending to fall she reaches forward to grasp one of the mages at the speaker's side by his collar, grinning as she uses his weight to pull him forward and steadies her stance on the balcony railings.
She fixes her blade on her next target, eyes narrowed and leaps toward Zoroastres.