The Duchess looks wide-eyed at her sister, not expecting such an answer from her... "S-sister... I know it was my fault for what happened, but I looked for you! You simply didn't wish to be found."
Sylvia glares daggers at her sister, "Do you really believe the Ministers would not send soone to have killed? If so, then you are a fool sister!"
Henrietta looks down in sadness, "I... There was nothing else I could do... I thought you were lost to , either dead or never wishing to return. Every morning since you left I've woken up still thinking about you, about how I failed you... Please, sister, is there any way you could forgive ?" she asks, slowly approaching Sylvia. "As Duchess, I must judge you, but as your sister I will never stop loving you." she says, holding her arms out to Sylvia.
Damien gives a suspicious look to Sylvia as the two approaches each other, Geralt and Ciri were also ready to intervene should Sylvia try anything.
The Duchess and her sister embrace under the sunlight, most are surprised at how anticlimactic it is but hold their tongues to avoid offending the Duchess... However, just as things were beginning to relax Sylvia makes a sudden move.
Sylvia "I will never forgive you, sister." she says, grabbing the Duchesses hairpin and driving it down at her.
Damien and Geralt rush forward to try and stop her, but the unorthodox attack was too sudden, all hope was thought to be lost until soone shouts "Expelliarmus!", a bolt of red magic shooting out and hitting Sylvia in the hand, causing the hairpin to throw itself away from her.
Sylvia "What!" she exclaims, having her only way of exacting her revenge literally pulled from her grasp.
Henrietta pushes Sylvia off of her, the shock leaving her as Damien and Geralt dogpile the treacherous attempted kin-slayer.
Damien "Damned traitor!" he shouts, furious that she'd attempt sothing like this.
Ciri breathes a sigh of relief, the Duchess was supposed to be the one paying them, if she croaked then they'd probably only receive half the reward... She's about to fall back into a relaxed pose but it stopped when a small rumble causes the earth below her to tremble...
Geralt was also looking around confused, his sense allowing him to sense it much sooner than everyone else.
*Dub, Dub... Dub, Dub...*
Soon everyone else started hearing it, but it was still too far to tell what it was...
Damien "W-what is that?"
*Dub, Dub, Dub, Dub... Dub, Dub, Dub, Dub...*
The sound gets quicker and quicker, Geralt's eyes eventually opening in realisation.
*DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB!*
Geralt "SOTHING BIG IS COMING!" he shouts, grabbing Sylvia and pushing her into Damiens arms as he draws his silver blade and looks along the stone path.
"RHENA!" a monstrous voice shouts as a huge beast cos sprinting into view, Regis in his vampire form not far behind him.
Regis "STOP! DETTLAFF WE CAN WORK THIS OUT!"
Dettlaff "YOU BETRAY RHEENNAAAAA!!?!"
The crowd in the chapel almost shit themselves when Dettlaff appears in his monster form, two wings, as well as two long limbs tipped with sharp bone sit on his back and shoulders, his face has nothing but a mouth filled with dangerous-looking teeth, his claws look similar to how they usually look, only this ti larger.
The creature's body seems to lack skin entirely, showing the pink fleshy muscle beneath, bats surround him as he sprints forwards, using his wings to get faster and faster. His only target being Rhena, or better known as Sylvia Annam who's currently being held in Damien's arms.
Regis simply isn't fast enough to catch up, only being able to shout for his friend to stop... To no avail.
A few crossbow bolts are launched from the guards inside the chapel, however, they simply bounce off of Dettlaff's body as if they were toys.
Cir throws the Gleam Cloak Reima had given her over her shoulders, hoping it'd be enough to prevent a fatal attack if shit hit the fan.
Geralt retrieves a Thunderbolt potion, Wyvern Decoction, Tawny Owl potion, Full Moon potion and finally a Black-Blood potion, imdiately drinking them as Dettlaff approaches. The potions cause black veins to cover his face, turning his skin pale and clammy as he struggles to correct his breathing under the strain of the toxicity... He only has a couple of seconds left to prepare, retrieving one last thing... A vial filled with Vampire Oil which he smashes on his blade, allowing it to drip down and cover most of it.
By the ti Dettlaff reaches the Chapel Ciri had already Enchanted Seath with "Chaos Blade", wreathing it in dark red flas.
Dettlaff roars and leaps at Geralt who's standing in the Chapel entrance, Gerlat knows he wouldn't be able to block such a powerful attack, deciding instead to divert it sowhere else. He throws his hand forwards and casts the most powerful Aard he can mustre, causing Dettlaff to be forced sideways, crashing through one of the Chapels pillars and causing stone shrapnel to knock a few of the nobles over as the vampiric beast rolls down the hill towards the river.
Ciri follows, blinking behind Dettlaff and trying to stab him through the back as he regains his footing, however her attack is prevented by one of the limbs on the vampires back, it stabbing at her reflexively and forcing her to block, the flas painfully licking the limbs regardless.
Dettlaff grunts in pain, the dark red flas feeling nothing like he'd ever experienced before. He throws his arm out wildly, catching Ciri with the back of his claw and giving a shallow cut to her arm as she backs away. "YOU AGAIN? I WILL NOT BE RCIFUL THIS TI!" Dettlaff shouts as the rematch begins.
Sylvia looks on fearfully, never having seen Dettlaff transforming into... This, before. Henrietta isn't doing much better, her usual unbreakable public face seeming weak in the face of such a beast.
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