𝓛𝓸𝓾𝓲𝓼'𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓰

𝓦𝓮'𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓾𝓹 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂

Before, there were the sounds of men all chanting and cheering within a bar. They were celebrating the usual. Either they hung a soldier of the rebellion, or they ost likely killed a griffin on their hunt.

The men were dirty, enormous beards, most were bald and clothed in blood, celebrating their victories.

"Get 'yer damn asses up!" A feminine voice yelled, walking towards the dirty and bloody men. "You're mucking up my bar!"

The tallest man stood up, looking as mean as a bull as he slapped the woman across the face. "You think I give a werewolf's ass about your bar?!" He started to approach him and he was stopped by the noise of stomping.

Behind them were the sounds of intentional steel boots. The man wore a black cloak, steel and dark blue armor with a dark blue necklace.

"Witcher.." The bull-like male spoke with a grimace look as he stood in front of the Witcher.

The black and white-haired man towered over the once confident man. "Do I need to teach you manners, cause I'm guessing your mother was busy whoring to teach you some?"

"Funny, all your type do is use our whores, kill our beasts, and then rob us of our coins."

"Wrong. We kill the beasts you're too weak to take care of and THEN we rob you of your gold." He chuckled, walking towards the bar. "I'll buy a round for your health, miss-"

"Get outta here, Witcher." The bartender spoke.

The man sat in the seat, showing no care for their attempts of throwing him out. "I'll take a Rivian Krek."

"What you can do is get the-"

"My Rivian Krek or I'll jump over this bar and take the entire barrel, and I don't think you wanna be robbed of your best drink for Witchers. They'll get violent, and they'll possibly break or kill you all if you piss them off." The man shrugged.

"We've should've been assigned a better Witcher. Edward of Rivia is nothing but an arrogant snowflake who likes to manipulate others." The woman walked to the bar, starting to make the alcoholic beverage.

"Don't plant anything in my drink again. I don't wanna charge you for damages on the next person's carriage I damage." Edward joked.

"Why don't you ever bother someone else's bar?"

"I know none of you would dare try to attack me because I will easily break your bones with one hand." He took the beer, starting to down it. "Nor would you if my hands were tied behind my back and I was blindfolded."

"How about we find out?!" A short man spoke, he was lacking hair and was slightly below the average human height.

Edward stood up, towering over the male. "Move."

The man slowly backed away, clearing his path to the doorway.

Edward started to approach the door, pulling his cloak over his head.

A man swept a glass bottle up and tossed it at the Witcher.

The Witcher heard the sound of the bottle sliding against the wooden table. He ducked under the toss and caught the glass bottle. "Who wants to admit they did it?"

A child raised their hand, slowly stepping forward.

The Witcher was about to speak about the brave child taking the blame until a man charged into Edward, the two bursting through the door.

The man kept running, charging into Edward with all of his power as Edward continued moving back, keeping his balance.

He grabbed the man's sides, lifting and throwing him into a merchant's cart.

More men came out of the bar, ready to ambush him.

"Do you seriously wanna do this?"

The men charged towards him, swinging their weapons at him.

Ed quickly leaned back from a man's swing, punching him in the throat, grabbed the sword by the blade, slamming the butt of it into the man's face, knocking him down.

Edward took the sword, deflecting the attempts of the slashes from another man. He darted towards the right, jamming his blade into the man's knee, quickly raised his leg, knocking the man's sword out his hand before jamming it into his side, sticking him into wall.

As he went towards another guy, Edward came to an abrupt stop.

Two arrows pierced his body and he knew that there guards firing at him. He started to retreat towards the horse that was faithfully waiting for its owner.

The guards continued firing arrows, piercing a couple more into his back and one into his thigh.

As soon as Edward jumped on his horse, the trusted steed started to hurry off out of the town.

"Good..." He caressed his head. "Good boy.." He spoke lightly as he laid his horse's mane, starting to doze off.

His dark blue eyes were slowly hidden as he rested amongst his horse.

The eyes of a man with red pupils opened.

The eyes of a woman with purple pupils opened.

The eyes of a girl with bright yellow eyes opened.

The eyes of a woman with snow white eyes opened.

The eyes of a girl with bright, sky blue eyes opened.

"I'm not gonna help you."

"Come on, you hunt monsters!"

"Monsters. I don't hunt humans."

"Witchers aren't humans! And this one attacked innocent people!" A man lied.

"A rogue Witcher? Never heard that one before." A man shared a small chuckle.

"Please, I'll pay you with all of my gold if you kill him."

The man stood there and sighed. "What's his name?"

"Edward of Rivia. He's injured with poisoned arrows, so there's your chance!"

"Hm." The man spoke, walking out of the bar.

His black leather coat almost covered his two enormous swords, his black and red armor with the red wolf necklace.

He climbed onto his black horse and started to ride out of the town.

Witcher Vs Witcher