Our Family Has Fallen-Chapter 357 - 253: Melee_2
She had only heard about it before, but now she truly witnessed it.
Wizards relied too heavily on dark methods, and Tamara knew that to break the oppressive atmosphere, the help of that Combat Nun was necessary. ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐๐ข
It was only when she turned her attention to the Nun that she realized the latter seemed to be in some trouble.
The woman named Catherine simply avoided direct confrontation and also had some nauseating trinkets at hand, much to the Nunโs annoyance.
Having some knowledge of the Churchโs Clergy, Tamara could feel the environmental pressure on the Nun. Unfortunately for Catherine and the Bald Sorcerer, Tamara knew how to help.
Abandoning the carriage that was both her protection and her prison, Tamara took the initiative to approach the Nun.
In her hand, apart from the Crystal Ball, she held a lit, special Wooden-handled Iron-ringed Torch that dispelled darkness wherever it shone.
This item was part of her collection, rumored to contain holy oil blessed by a Saint within its iron ring.
"The power of the Holy Flame is flowing!"
The Nun sensed something, casting her gaze towards the firelight and then at Tamara holding the torch. An ally, she thought, albeit a temporary one.
The appearance of the flame also dispelled the oppressive effect in the area, allowing the Nun to regain the power to invoke Divine Arts. She lifted her mace, chastising Catherine.
"Receive judgment!"
A beam of light shot from the mace and, in the next second, descended upon Catherineโs head.
Her agile body suddenly halted, as if stupefied, looking as though her soul had been shattered by the strike. Conversely, the Nunโs condition was bolstered by the Divine Arts.
At the same time, the steadily burning torch in Tamaraโs hand flared up like a newly lit match, its brightness surging by twenty percent. The light it emitted seemed to carry some divine power, scattering the darkness even further.
Tamara, however, was impacted by the tumultuous Spiritual Essence and couldnโt help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
The Nun had originally intended to press her advantage and finish Catherine off with a blow from her mace. However, noticing Tamaraโs condition, she momentarily set down her mace and lifted the Codex, murmuring an invocation of Divine Arts.
Even a sliver of compassion was a rare thing to find amidst fierce combat.
Tamara could feel a force emerging, temporarily stabilizing her injuries. She recognized this power as the very source of the Churchโs transcendent status.
"Thank you..." Like most Transcendents, Tamara regarded the Church with respect but kept her distance, though she couldnโt deny the miraculous nature of this power.
"Even here, the Holy Light will shine upon us." The Nunโs attitude showed no animosity; instead, she offered encouragement, suggesting that she wasnโt one of the more extreme Clerics.
Just at that moment, Catherine finally broke free from the influence of the Divine Arts, looking quite worse for wear.
Facing one heavily suppressed Nun was already difficult enough, Catherine thought. Now the restrictions are lifted, and thereโs an additional enemy. I canโt win. It was clear even without much thought.
She had disliked following the Bald Sorcererโs orders from the start, and this situation only deepened her reluctance, making her lose all will to continue. She turned and ran straight towards her master.
I canโt just flee, she reasoned. Masterโs true power is far greater than this, and my own life is at his mercy. If I try to escape outright, Iโll likely die instantly.
Seeing this, the Nun and Tamara immediately gave chase...
Truth be told, I donโt enjoy hunting Wizards, Geralt mused. Most Transcendents donโt enjoy tangling with such troublesome enemies. Nobody knows just how considerable the combat power they can obtain from their vast knowledge is, and the older the Wizard, the more formidable. Still, throughout my long career, Iโve gained my own understanding of such foes. And more to the point, the bounty offered by Totnes is simply too high.
In the face of the Bald Sorcererโs various harassing gadgets, Geralt remained stoic, waving his Longsword and seamlessly integrating Dharma Seals, whether for offense or defense.
The battle seemingly put him at a disadvantage, but in reality, Geralt retained a firm grip on the situation.
My long career has taught me two approaches to dealing with Wizards, he considered. One is a sudden assault to close the gap and slay them. If the Nun had allowed me to enter the scene first, this might have been possible. Unfortunately, the Wizard was alerted in advance. The second approach is whatโs happening now: if the opponent is prepared, then the only option is to wear them down slowly, drawing out all their tricks. For a Wizard, Spiritual Essence diminishes with use and is very difficult to recover. A slight lapse in concentration can cause their Spiritual Essence to become agitated. My Witcher constitution, however, grants me a recovery ability that can fully endure the physical exhaustion. If I press too hard at the beginning, it could easily lead to a desperate struggle. Thatโs why Iโm not in a hurry for the kill, preferring instead to wear down the opponent continuously. An experienced Witcher is never hasty; the hasty ones are all dead.
Just as he and the Wizard were wearing each other down, the chaos from the other side suddenly broke the rhythm he had established.
Seeing the woman charging at him, Geralt, ever cautious, took the initiative to retreat a safe distance, allowing Catherine the chance to run behind the Bald Sorcerer.
"Useless!" the Bald Sorcerer snapped.
Upon seeing Catherine leading two people over, the Bald Sorcerer immediately sensed trouble. He knew this servant of his lacked the ability to entangle both opponents.
The Combat Nun and Tamara arrived, and a standoff ensued. For a moment, all parties converged, and a melee seemed imminent.
It was three against two. One side had a front line, healing, and support, while the Bald Sorcererโs side had only a useless servant, incapable of even absorbing damage.
It had to be said, at this moment, the Bald Sorcerer felt a fleeting regret. I shouldnโt have been so greedy earlier...
Just then, a series of rapid hoofbeats rang out on the old, dark road.
At that sound, everyone on the scene tensed up. Friend or foe? they wondered.
The sound indicated the newcomer was not far. Soon enough, they saw someone on horseback racing furiously. In the dark night, they couldnโt discern details, yet they seemed to feel a sharp gaze sweep across them.
The newcomer was none other than Dismas, previously sent by Lance to deliver a message. He, too, noticed the bright fire ahead and a group of people, unclear about what they were doing.
"Stop! There are traps on the road!" Watching the approaching horse, Geralt reacted and shouted loudly.
Tamara, of course, was also aware, yet she merely watched coldly. If someone else triggers those traps, it would actually be beneficial for me... she thought.
Dismas had certainly heard the shouting ahead. However, he hadnโt forgotten his mission; he had been fearful of Heretics intercepting him all along.
Now, hearing the warning and remembering the Lordโs reminder, he did not slow his horse in the slightest. Instead, he drew his musket as a warning.
Whether these people are from that evil cult or not, they wonโt stop me! he resolved.
If only he could have rushed past so easily. But the problem was that there really were traps set by the Wizard on the road.
The galloping horse seemed to trigger something. In an instant, Dismas sensed something was wrong. Years of experience as a hardened bandit gave him an inspiration-like impulse; he decisively abandoned his horse, leaping away and rolling several times on the ground.
When he scrambled to his feet, disheveled, he found that the horse he had just been riding had been killed by some unseen force. There were no visible wounds, but it lay rigid on the ground as if it had been dead for some time.
This situation caused Dismasโs already taut nerves to stretch even tighter. He aimed his musket at them. "Who are you? Whatโs going on here?"
Admittedly, the Nun holding the Wooden-handled Iron-ringed Torch was the only person on the scene who made Dismas suppress his immediate urge to shoot. People from the Church shouldnโt be collaborating with an evil cult, he reasoned, but I canโt be sure of whatโs going on here.
Tamara noticed that the obstructing force had dissipated. So the Wizardโs traps were finally broken because they were triggered, she concluded.
She then spoke up, offering an explanation while also redirecting the focus of the problem.
"Be careful of that evil Wizard; heโs the one who set the traps."
This statement immediately directed Dismasโs attention towards the Wizard. Heโs not an Imperial Person, Dismas observed, and he definitely doesnโt look like a good individual.
But quickly, he suppressed the chaotic emotions stirring within him and spoke gravely.
"I have no interest in your conflicts."
Having said that, he was ready to leave. My mission isnโt complete yet, and thatโs the priority, he thought. Iโm past the age for recklessly seeking out fights. Of course, no one here is simple. Being so close to Hamlet, I have to hurry back and report to the Lord so he can make a decision.
But sometimes, situations are not as simple as one wishes...
