"Watch out!" Grief's voice cut through the clash like steel.
"Huh?" Yennefer's head snapped up, just in time to see the Sanguivore hurtling toward her, talons outstretched.
"Fuck....!" The curse ripped from her throat, but her body betrayed her. The sudden ambush locked her muscles in place, nerves seizing like ice in her veins. She couldn't move. She couldn't even raise her grimoire.
For a heartbeat, she was nothing but prey.
Just as the Sanguivore's fangs were a breath from Yennefer's skull,
a streak of shadow ripped through the air, so fast the eye could barely follow.
SHHHHK!
The monster's momentum carried it the last inch, but what hit Yennefer wasn't a predator.
It was a severed head.
The grotesque thing crashed against her shoulder, jaws yawning wide, yellow fangs still dripping with venomous spit. Yennefer shrieked and flung it off, the head skidding across the stone with a wet scrape.
