732 Comes to a head

Priscilla hops off of the bag of the Everlasting Dragon and instantly goes invisible, the only thing possibly giving away her position being her bare feet in the snow... Unfortunately for the Wild Hunt soldiers the chaotic battle made it almost impossible to spot Priscilla's from everyone else's...

She retrieves her scythe from her back and sweeps it towards an unaware soldier, the sound of screeching metal can be heard as the scythe blade penetrates the armour, as opposed to cutting it. The Aen Elle Elf drops to his knees and passes out, the blade piercing his heart forcing his lifeblood to spill out onto the snow below...

Priscilla kicks the body off and points her scythe to the sky, Crystalline Orbs materialising and shooting towards the other nearby warriors, hitting their vitals and killing them.

She dodges backwards to avoid an attack as the gigantic claw of Eeuwigdurend slams down on the offending attacker, splattering the unfortunate soul like an egg to concrete... She sends a small smile at the dragon who continues his path of destruction.

Solaire himself was thankful he had a chance to let loose, Ichor was fantastic, but it was remarkably different to Lordran where almost every moment was a fight for survival... Though, these foes were not able to match him at his current strength...

He points his brightly glowing blade at a group of Wild Hunt Soldiers who seem to be retreating away from him, a beam of pure light is released from his blade, the laserbeam hitting the group dead on and turning them all to ash, only leaving behind the molten metal of their armour. "And a Jolly day to you!" he shouts with a grin, turning his gaze to the next target that immediately breaks into a sprint to escape.

Solaire "If you wish to embark on a Jolly conquest, then you must be prepared to charge head on!" he calls at the cowardly man as a lightning bolt pierces their chest, killing them instantly.

Imlerith pushes past one of his subordinates and points his great-hammer at Solaire, his combat effectiveness not as great as before due to the loss of his arm, but he knew their lives were forfeit regardless of what he does now... Fighting a powerful warrior like this man in gold would truly be a worthy death. "I am Imlerith! General under King Eredin and the Wild Hunt! Name yourself warrior!" he calls as his men back away so they have enough space to duel.

Solaire gives a bright smile unbefitting of a battlefield, "My apologies Sir Imlerith, but battling a cripple isn't something I wish to do." he says, inadvertently insulting Imlerith.

Imlerith growls, "We will fight regardless of your conviction! NOW NAME YOURSELF!"

Imlerith nods, and charges while preparing to swing his Great-hammer at Solaire.. No ordinary man would be able to block such a strike, and many others had been left crippled or dead by it in the past...

*CLANK!*

Imlerith grins as he feels something crunch under his hammer, taking a glance at what he could only assume to be the crushed skull of his enemy, he goes pale when he sees Solaire stopping the attack with his bare hand... The Great-Hammer's head being the one that's crumpled from the force...

Solaire "My apologies." he states simply as he channels lightning through the weapon, electrocuting Imlerith who's body shakes and shudders violently.

Imlerith "Hhheeeyyyaaaaaaarrrrrghhhh!" he cries out, attempting to let go of his weapon but finding his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, disobeying his will. A few seconds of this treatment has his skin starting to blacken and smoke, his eyes melting out of their sockets as his armour starts glowing red from the accumulating heat.

The nearby soldiers watch in terror as their general falls backwards smoking, his face looking like a block of charcoal with his melted eyes looking like the spilled whites of eggs...

Solaire rests his foot on the corpse at look at the others, "Who wishes to engage me in Jolly combat next!" he calls while flashing them a smile.

...

"Hiiiyyaaaaa!" a few elves scream as they drop their weapons and flee, only to be pierced by lightning bolts courtesy of Solaire.

Solaire "You attacked us, and so must pay the toll!"

Ciri had just landed in the snow, blocking a slash with Seath and slamming an Aard into her attackers chest, sending them flying off of the mountain peak with a Wilhelm scream.

She cuts couple more down before having to thrown herself to the floor as a blue projectile flies over her head...

Ciri "Caranthir..." she mutters as she gets to her feet with Seath pointing towards him.

Caranthir "Zireael... A shame you didn't just do as you were told, it would not have had to end like this." he states, spinning his staff and dropping into a combat stance, the blue orb atop it flashing with magical power.

Ciri "You'll die, just like your former master... You won't escape with you tail between your legs this time." she taunts, dragging her fingers across Seath and shrouding it in Chaos Flames.

Caranthir "You are still the weak little girl who could do nothing but threaten to bite her tongue!" he growls from under his mask, approaching her and swinging the staff at her...

*Flash!*

She appears behind him and stabs him in the side between the armour plates, causing him to stumble forwards as she prepares to attack again.

*Clank!*

Caranthir blocks Seath and forces her blade down, headbutting her before backing away to check his wound. "Lucky hit, it won't happen again." he states.