The fires of Ciri's mixture burn out as the barrier cracks under the weight of her sword. As soon as it gives way, she jumps back as more magic ignites and hailstorm of rocks begin to rain down. One catches her in her movement back and there is a harsh snap from her left shoulder, a harsh sound of pain getting caught up in her throat.

For a moment, her vision blurs in pain as her left arm hangs rather uselessly at her side. They need to need this before he buried them all alive. Awkwardly, she grabs another flask from her belt as Merrill's roots whip up and attempt to wrap around Javion's ankles.

Downing it, time seems to slow and she pushes off despite the pain in her body from the raining rocks. She dodges past rocks, hopping over roots and moving through Vidal's swarm. Putting all of her strength into her run, time begins to speed up as she closes in on Javion. Just as everything snaps back into focus, she yells and throws herself at the mage with her sword aimed upwards in hopes of finding his chest.