Anger

What should have been met by peace was instead met by the doors being forced open by the body of Triss who was thrown through them in a sharp blast of force and shortly after Geralt was, the others looked over in disbelief readying their weapons believing it was an assault on the castle before seeing the blinded woman march forward elevating a table before sending it hurdling down to both person’s. Triss got up before before dodging flames being aimed at her quickly took cover behind the broken table and cry out, “Philippa why are you doing this?” she was met by the angry snarl of her fellow Lodge member, “YOU. Hurt. HIM!” “Who?” “Zantano! You fucking bitch!” “It’s not like that!” “You ran back to that bastard!” “I didn’t want to hurt him!” “No! you didn’t care. You thought, HE. *Thud* IS A Scary MONSTER *Thud* HE WON’T FEEL PAIN!” “I have never seen him as that!” “You had him in the palm of your hand and you let him go, whilst I can’t even win him back” “Let me help you!” “No. He said we weren’t getting back together!” “I’m sorry!” she expected another assault but there was nothing, she peered over the table cover to see Philippa looking down before stating, “I messed up years ago and regretted it ever since, I thought being the bitch who uses people for political advantage would make me forget about this but no now I am stand by his side in a war which he shouldn’t even part of!” “He offered!” “No you begged him to help and for that and you leaving him I can never forgive you! Any of you!” “Philippa!” “The plan is to reform the Lodge? Count me out of it!” “Philippa please!” “No! Go back to Geralt but don’t expect me to listen to your excuses and hopefully Zantano will see through you like I have. Whore!”

“Geralt what are you doing?” Triss growled as he drew his sword, “I’m not standing for her throwing us about, I’m going to make her pay!” “Just leave it!” he raced up behind Philippa as she went for the door handle as she felt the force from his signs pushing her to ground and as she turned around to look at the sword being held to her throat heard, “Don’t fucking touch us!” he aimed for her knee before continuing, “Just so you get the message I’m going to leave a reminder!” “Geralt watch out!” Triss cried as he was met by a kick from the giant metal boot, “Leave. Her. Alone!” he got up foundling for his sword as Zantano drew his skilfully wielding it in an almost rhythmic dance to wipe the cobwebs away from his arm before engaging Geralt and immune to the signs that Geralt threw up to distract him. Geralt felt his collar be grabbed before being thrown over the table managed to deflect the Isu’ sword last minute but was met by a giant metallic boot stomp on his chest pinning him to the ground before stomping him again Geralt rolled striking the Isu in the knee, the mark was visible but no blood trickled as Zantano shrugged launching another fierce and powerful attack to force Geralt back and use his sword as more of a shield trying to block the strikes Geralt dodged before striking Zantano muttered, “Hmmm... fuck!” as he was met by a kick into the stone wall forcing a small crack to appear he dropped his sword which Philippa slid in and retrieved before Geralt could reach causing Geralt to draw his other sword, the weaker of the two as he lunged forward was met by his larger foes surprising agility as he rolled to the side and kneed Geralt in the ribs, Geralt laughed as he quickly swung to hold his sword to the Isu’s throat, “You think that will kill me?” “Just try me!” Zantano laughed before lowering Geralt’s sword to his chest pushed him onto the blade hearing the pieces crack as the metal broke to the resistant body of the Isu. After he proved his point Zantano punched Geralt in the face before retracting the blade snapped the already splintering sword on his knee forcing Geralt to trade fists with him, relying on his quickness to avoid blows but where he was throwing punches, Zantano was trading anvils each it was like getting slammed by a sledgehammer, the knees and kicks could add to the description of it was a mugging with the guard of Geralt wavering until he feel to his knees coughing out blood, “I yield!” Triss looked over in horror as Zantano stated plainly lifting his sword, “I don’t accept yields. It’s time someone taught you a lesson for fucking up their lives!” Geralt tried to get up but being kicked back down watched Zantano pull his knife from his belt and impale into his crotch smirking as the Witcher’s penis fell off, “Zantano!” Triss screamed in horror until she saw him aim for Geralt’s head covered her eyes until she heard the sound of impaling flesh, a groan and Zantano growl, “Your time will come and when you die, I will make you suffer for what you did to me!” Triss rushed to Geralt’s side trying to pull the sword from his shoulder and chest but failing looked teary as Zantano who did the honours before slamming it again into his chest and then again in anger, “Zantano please stop!” Triss begged, “Zantano enough!” Brienne snapped but ignoring this slammed into Geralt’s other shoulder, “Zantano I said enough!” Brienne growled pushing him off, “You won, Geralt’s life is ruined!” he tried to push past her but feeling her push back with all her strength hugged him before whispering, “Remember what your grandmother said...” he sighed nodding as he spat, “Don’t become Ares because you can but become Athena because she’s wise!” she nodded as he threw the blooded sword to the ground causing her to let him go and place her hand on his shoulder, “Go and cool off, yeah“ he nodded walking off before turning back to Triss attempted to say something but faltering saw her eyes of disgust on what happened between them both, he looked down annoyed once more before punching the wall in frustration growled as he pushed past the guards, who had arrived too late or chose to arrive this late to save their own lives as the doctors rushed to Geralt’s bleeding body.

“Lucky enough it’s fixable, well all apart for the penis problem!” Philippa spoke biting her lip to suppress the smirk at the state, “I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” Triss screeched which caused Brienne to state, “You are lucky he didn’t kill him. You summoned him and you vowed to be his before choosing Geralt with nothing more than a “I love him more” story” she looked back in anger before stating, “I know, I know but he didn’t have to do this!” “Maybe, maybe not and he knows that. Apart for no compelling sex for either of you and feelings hurt nothing serious has happened!” Brienne walked away until Yennefer impressed by her control pulled Brienne to the side to query, “How did you do that? Control him I mean?” “I don’t control him, I calm him down there’s a difference!” “Yeah yeah but how did you do that?” Brienne sighed before leaning in spoke, “Persephone, his grandmother and former lover understands his anger and frustration. He is young and created upon anger, fear, pain and misery. His childhood was either being neglected by his parents because of what he represents, kidnapped by Hela who caused him to become more advanced or as you would consider cruel. He was then locked away from everyone in a prison cell where his job is to cause suffering and torment where your only friend was Ares who is the biggest bastard of the entire land. How do you expect him to react? Apart for the odd visit or woman he has been alone deep underground or has Triss forgotten all that? It has only been in the last century that he has insisted that I’m a permanent feature in the facility. Only other people to care were his grandparents and Persephone taught me how to calm him, to say the right things at the right time and to do the same things at the same time” “Last century? How old is he exactly?” Cerys queried, “One thousand, six hundred and thirty-two or something similar. I’m three hundred and twenty; he is roughly five times my age. He is very young considering Persephone is almost ten thousand and her father is almost fifteen thousand” Philippa stated before commenting, “Triss you may want to have a word with him. If I know him he is already beating himself over it.” “He should be after what he did!” “He was protecting Philippa after Geralt wouldn’t let it go!” “Because she attacked us!” “You shouldn’t have bothered him. He has more important shit to worry about than this!” “I know... *sigh* I know, he could lose everything soon... Shit I didn’t want this. I love Geralt but I don’t want my friend to lose everything because of me!” she looked down before stating, “I need to ensure Geralt is stable then I will talk to him I promise!” “Whatever you say Triss...” “Brienne...” “Don’t justify yourself to me do it to him. Just ensure you have a clear mind before talking to him; one mistake then your choice won’t be Geralt or Zantano but instead Zantano or no one!”