The escape didn't start imdiately as Liam had thought, and they had to secure routes before the escape actually started. While they did so Steve gave his own recomndations which Geralt liked.
"Have you been in situations like this?" Geralt had asked.
"Multiple tis." Steve replied casually. Of course he had. He even went and saved Bucky once. Soon the day of escape was on the horizon.
The escape plan was in motion. Under the cover of darkness, Geralt and Triss began guiding small groups of sorcerers to the port while Steve, Natasha, Liam, and Keira provided cover. Their plan was working—at first. The witch hunters were scattered and they had used enough misdirection and distractions. Explosions in one district, fires in another, strange illusions conjured by Keira and Triss—it was chaos.
But of course there were too many witch hunters in the whole city and it was very difficult to put blind on the eyes of everyone. So of them would be able to find out so routes and charge at them.
It didn't take long for so of the witch hunters to regroup and try to stop them. The escape was no longer silent; it had turned into a hunt.
At one point they ca face to face with a group of witch hunters. The witch hunters charged. Swords and torches in hand, they rushed toward the group, shouting curses about magic and heresy. Liam raised his weapon—a sleek, futuristic rifle compared to the crude crossbows of this world. He took aim and fired.
Bang!
The lead witch hunter's head snapped back as a bullet tore through his skull. He collapsed instantly, blood pooling beneath him. The others froze.
"What in the na of the Eternal Fire—?" one of them gasped.
Steve and Natasha didn't wait. They opened fire, their automatic weapons spraying precise bursts into the charging fanatics. Bodies dropped, so screaming as they clutched wounds they couldn't comprehend.
"They're using magic!" one of the surviving hunters scread. "Dark magic!"
"Then let's give them more of it," Liam muttered, as he opened more fire on them.
The hunters hesitated as they witnessed from afar so of their comrades fall faster than they could react. Their armor—designed to withstand swords and arrows—ant nothing against bullets.
But there were really so who were just fanatics. But it didn't matter, those who tried were laid waste on the filthy ground before they could even get close to the sorcerers and Liam, Steve and Natasha.
Every single one that charged was gunned down.
The few survivors turned and ran, screaming warnings about unholy weapons and monsters disguised as humans. The port was within reach now, the path clear.
Geralt, Triss, and Keira, who had been guiding another group also ca back victorious and had managed to get the last group of mages aboard the ship. There were two ships which were ant to leave for Kovir. One of them had already left. Of course, there were huge fire catapults on the port to be used by the witch hunters and destroy their ship. This was where Liam ca in.
He wore his armor and flew away, and then just launch lightning and frost attack to the three catapults rendering them useless for a long ti and making this free city defenseless. One had to rember that the city of Novigrad was free. And Radovid actually didn't have a control over this city which he so desperately wanted.
The Church was his way to get inside the city and control them and though Whoreson Jr. was also one of the agents of Radovid, he had failed to gain full control of the city. The witch hunting was his desperate attempt to appeal to the masses of the city filled with businessn.
Now that the defenses of the city was down it might seem like Radovid could take the city by force much more easily, but for businessn, they could easily move to a new place and make another city. It might cost them but these people, would rather chose freedom than choose Radovid or any other King for that matter.
The Nilfgaardians had even offered a place and let them operate on their own. Besides, the Church itself wasn't exactly a puppet of Radovid and it had its problems too.
The ship was ready to set sail. The last of the sorcerers hurried aboard, so crying in relief, others shaking in fear, unwilling to believe that they had truly escaped. The Eternal Fire's madness had turned Novigrad into a prison for them, and now, for the first ti in months—maybe even years—there was hope.
Triss stood near the gangplank, watching as the sailors prepared to shove off. She had fought so hard to get these people out—to lead them to freedom. This was supposed to be her escape too. This was supposed to be her new beginning.
Keira stood a few steps behind her. She wasn't as sure. Life in Kovir would be luxurious, yes, but was it truly safe? Or would she simply be trading one prison for another, one built of golden chains instead of iron bars?
And here was Geralt, who probably still had feelings for Triss. Afterall, she did help him recover.
"You should stay," he said to Triss, "Kaer Morhen could use soone like you. You're good at magic, at alchemy. You could make a difference there."
"Kaer Morhen? The ruined keep of a dying order? You expect us to stay in a place like that?" It was Keira who replied.
"It's not what it was, but it's still safe," Geralt replied. "You don't have to keep running."
Triss, however, didn't respond imdiately. Then, with a deep breath, she turned away from the ship.
"I'm not going," she finally said.
"Wait, what?" It was Keira who was most surprised by the decision of Triss as it was her plan, from the start, to go to Kovir.
"Geralt's right. Kaer Morhen isn't much, but it's sothing. And if I leave now… I don't know if I can ever co back. This fight isn't over. And I can't abandon those who still need help." Triss said.
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