His knees suddenly went weak and crumpled beneath him. Geralt doubled up and was then hit on the side of the head. Vilgefortz leapt closer, swung the staff and thumped him in the belly, below the ribs. He was caught by a second blow, this time on the shoulder, and once again flew backwards, smashing his head against a protruding caryatid’s breast on one of the pilasters. The blow had knocked the breath out of him. He rebounded from it but was unable to jump aside or dodge. He didn’t see the blow that finally caught him. No human could have parried blows like that. To the temple, to the neck, under the arm, to the thigh. Four times, he found himself in a position from which he was able to counterattack and deliver a blow. The bloody staff was made of iron and magical to boot. Vilgefortz attacked, and the Witcher had to contort himself using body-swerves and pirouettes. Geralt’s astonishment was even greater when, during a parry, the staff and sword clanged metallically. The sorcerer was fast, his staff flickering in his hands like lightning. He ought to have fled before it even began. His only mistake was made before the fight. And came to the conclusion he hadn’t made any. Yeah, the only real Invincible Warrior Mage is Vilgefortz and he's the exception who proves the rule.Ī few weeks later, having been healed by the dryads and the waters of Brokilon, Geralt wondered what mistakes he had made during the fight.
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