Forcing all of her weight against her sword has Ciri's arms shaking ever so slightly from the stress. Her icy armor helps to protect her from the blunt of the blows but pain ripples through her body with each hit and the foul blood hisses, steaming as it comes in contact with the ice. She can already feel the armor starting to crack, losing its strength and it won't be long before she is exposed for more deadly attacks.

So she decides to be more deadly first and follows the templar, keeping her sword in place and twisting it with a sickening turn of her wrist. The young Warden is almost face to face with her opponent now or rather face to helmet and she can see his glowing eyes through the slit. Around her, the elixir begins to fall apart leaving flakes of ice to mix with the red dust around them creating sensations of steam.

Somewhere she is aware that Samson is speaking or rather yelling. It's all white noise in her ears as she grapples to remove a knife from her belt in the same instance pushing upwards on her sword to try and force the templar's head upwards. Either way, her knife is brought up and driven toward his neck.