Ullan looks at Beledroth "New he was a coward." he grumbles.

Geralt ran past Saedith, 'We need to leave! Now!'

Countless wargs barked and charged into the village. The two mount their horses and gallop at full speed, away from the town.

Ullan runs as he runs Done enough running!

SCENARIO: Cindrion and Beledroth are surrounded by wargs. There is only one way out: to follow the Witcher and his Mage companion.

"Dammit!!!" Yelled Beledroth as he yeilded his horse and tried to make it turn around but was surrounded by wargs. His only options were fight or run, he drew his sword and slashed his way back to the direction he just came. 'Where is that elf?' he thought as he rode on hoping to gain more speed than the wargs that were on his tail.

Cindrion let's out a low growl as he jerks back the reins, causing his horse to skid to a stop. "Dammit, of all the-!" He drew his sword, silver blade flashing in the sunlight as he slashed at a leaping Warg. Turning, he galloped towards the only opening he could find. I don't have much choice right now. The elf could only hope his steed could outrun the beasts and the dragon would pay him no mind.

(*reins)

Geralt sees the two trying seemingly chasing after them. 'What the--'

Saedith looks back, 'Wargs are after them. They aren't after us.'

'I noticed.'

'Really? I thought you were one the slow ones.'

'Fuck off.'

The elf chuckles, and slows down a bit, going back to the two travellers. 'So, a fellow elf and a half-breed. I see you got yourselves into quite a pickle. If you've survived for this long, I would say you would be useful. You up for a little job?'

"Slow down the damned Wargs, and we'll talk. Fair enough?"

"I agree, a pest are all these pieces of shit are" Said Beledroth referring to the wargs, he slowed his horse down a bit but not by much.

He shrugs, and turns to the wargs. He unleashed a stream of flame onto the ground. The wargs leap back. 'Animals don't like fire. Natural or not.'

The elf lifts both hands, somehow balancing on the horse, and yells, 'Ognista sieć!'

Fiery ropes shackle a large number of wargs, burning their fur and flesh. The rest flee from the scene.

Ullan is standing his ground "Aw, come on! Save some for me!"

Geralt smirks, 'Mages tend to work fast. It can be problem for those like you.'

Ullan growls "Stupid fucker."

Beledroth cmes to a full halt before taking a moment to catch his breath, he sheathed his horse first and took a few breaths before getting off of his horse, he then pulled out a fkask and took a few sips of it, his face cringed a bit from how strong it was "Ahh..." he put it away "Now what's this little job you were talking about?"