The Witchers... they are all Witchers, from the Witchers of Florence.
The heart began to race, muscles tensed, Lorenzo maintained surface calm, but inside, waves surged like a storm.
He had envisioned facing these Witchers from Florence, perhaps on a blazing battlefield or in dark alleys, but never imagined meeting this way, so suddenly, unprepared.
Adrenaline rushed, breathing grew heavier, the rhythm subtly quicker, focus heightened, staring intently at the guy named Anthony.
Lorenzo recognized this reaction, it was the experience back in the Valley of Horror, a response called fear, though sometimes the extreme of fear is not madness, but hysterical rage.
He was furious, a nameless fury.
Yet shortly after, Lorenzo relaxed, concealing all emotional changes, cold as iron, lightly scanning the surroundings, pondering next strategies.
Clearly this was a trap, as Bola collected his weapon, he should have been cautious.
