Geralt's magical blast smashed the Reaper off balance just as Todd lunged in for the kill. Only its extremely quick reflexes saved it from being immediately decapitated by Sweeney Todd, and instead a razor carved a gash through its midsection. The wraith parried Todd's next two blows but they were merely a distraction for Geralt to strike from behind. Even as Moonfang neatly sheared off an entire arm the Reaper clubbed Geralt in the gut with the haft of its scythe, sending him reeling.
Todd threw himself back at the last moment as the Reaper reversed its now one-handed grip and struck skywards. Instead of bisecting Todd the blow grated against the mail shirt he wore under his vest with the sound of popping mail links. The Reaper moved forwards to press the advantage and Todd was forced to roll back to avoid the undoubtedly deadly kiss of the Reaper's scythe
Ectoplasmic tendrils snaked out from the Reaper's form to snare Todd's limbs just as he rose. As Todd struggled against the arcane binding that robbed him of his mobility, the Reaper cackled in triumph, a sound like the wind blowing through empty gallows. It loomed over Todd for the last time as it drew back its scythe for the finisher. Just then, a great gout of flame blasted the two apart, tearing through the tendrils trapping Todd and hence freeing him. The impact of the Sign of Igni fouled the spirit's killing blow and instead Todd escaped with a huge gash in his flank.
In the shadow of the dying flames an empty potion vial fell to the floor and shattered. Geralt suddenly convulsed as the alchemical concoction swept through his body. His world began to swirl with with a gray pallor as the Blizzard temporarily raised his reflexes to phenomenal levels. Together, Todd and Geralt charged the Reaper. Beset on two sides by combatants of such caliber the Reaper was quickly overcome and its immaterial form carved into pieces by Todd's razors and destroyed by the divine power of Moonfang.
Ignoring his own wounds, Todd gestured for Geralt to forward him as Todd began to head to where he last spotted the fellow Strigoi alongst the battlements. His claws would not be able to harm the spirit-assassin, and Todd felt somewhat obliged to help his own blood-kin.
Todd threw himself back at the last moment as the Reaper reversed its now one-handed grip and struck skywards. Instead of bisecting Todd the blow grated against the mail shirt he wore under his vest with the sound of popping mail links. The Reaper moved forwards to press the advantage and Todd was forced to roll back to avoid the undoubtedly deadly kiss of the Reaper's scythe
Ectoplasmic tendrils snaked out from the Reaper's form to snare Todd's limbs just as he rose. As Todd struggled against the arcane binding that robbed him of his mobility, the Reaper cackled in triumph, a sound like the wind blowing through empty gallows. It loomed over Todd for the last time as it drew back its scythe for the finisher. Just then, a great gout of flame blasted the two apart, tearing through the tendrils trapping Todd and hence freeing him. The impact of the Sign of Igni fouled the spirit's killing blow and instead Todd escaped with a huge gash in his flank.
In the shadow of the dying flames an empty potion vial fell to the floor and shattered. Geralt suddenly convulsed as the alchemical concoction swept through his body. His world began to swirl with with a gray pallor as the Blizzard temporarily raised his reflexes to phenomenal levels. Together, Todd and Geralt charged the Reaper. Beset on two sides by combatants of such caliber the Reaper was quickly overcome and its immaterial form carved into pieces by Todd's razors and destroyed by the divine power of Moonfang.
Ignoring his own wounds, Todd gestured for Geralt to forward him as Todd began to head to where he last spotted the fellow Strigoi alongst the battlements. His claws would not be able to harm the spirit-assassin, and Todd felt somewhat obliged to help his own blood-kin.