The grotesque talons slice through the air with a whistle. It acts as Ciri's only warning before they enter her line of sight and forces a reaction as they swing past her with deadly accuracy. There wasn't even a moment to rest before she finds herself caught up in another attack from nearby enemies. Her eyes narrow the monstrous Templar that raises his palm to her, raising her sword as red crystals blooming from flesh and blood are sent toward her as deadly projectiles.

She takes off leaving trails of fire in her wake as the burst of projectiles keeps her at a distance. The roar of another templar charging Bruce grabs her focus and she curses silently, unable to get through the barrage that she is currently trying to deflect. The fires of her elixir begin to flicker and she twists, rapidly charging her direction in order to push close to her attacker. There is a noticeable heat the closer she approaches the warrior, breathing in deep and pulling her stance low.

With as much power as she can muster and with the last of her elixir, she pulls her sword up in a wide arch aiming for the templar's raised arm.