Game in Marvel-Chapter 129

"Excuse me?" Triss was getting offended on live now. Her voice was way too sharp.

"Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Triss. I'm just stating the obvious. You witches aren't exactly known for morality, and we both know you and Geralt were —" Keira said.

"That's enough." Triss's voice dropped an octave, but the anger bubbling beneath was impossible to miss. A faint crackle of energy pulsed around her fingertips. "How dare you accuse me of something so disgraceful?"

She meant the fact that Keira had implied that she tried to seduce Liam, even when Geralt was around. This was a very vile accusation. Liam, sensing the impending explosion, took a cautious step back. He glanced at Vesemir, who had already started moving away, nudging Uma along with him. The old Witcher had seen enough sorceress spats in his lifetime to know when to retreat.

"Oh, please. If I truly hit a nerve, it must mean I'm right. Otherwise, why are you so upset?" Keira said.

"You think this is funny?" Triss took a step forward. "I would never stoop so low for someone who had lost memory and even think of such revolting thoughts, and certainly not in the way you're implying! Just because you treat relationships like disposable playthings doesn't mean everyone else does."

"You self-righteous—" Keira faltered, not expecting a verbal lashing in return.

And then, with no further warning, the first spell was cast.

A surge of fiery energy erupted from Keira's palm, streaking toward Triss, who barely managed to throw up a magical shield in time. The force sent her skidding backward. The impact sent a gust of hot wind sweeping through Kaer Morhen, rattling the training dummies and scattering loose snow.

"Oh, it's like that, is it?" Keira sneered before flicking her wrist.

A blast of raw magical force shot toward Keira, and this time, it was the ashen-haired sorceress who had to throw up a shield. Sparks flew as their spells collided, sending waves of magic rippling through the courtyard.

"Holy hell," Liam muttered, watching as magic illuminated the courtyard like a battlefield. "They're actually going at it."

Uma whimpered beside him, clearly unsettled. Vesemir, crouched behind a stack of barrels, exhaled heavily.

"Women."

Keira spun on her heel, gathering energy in her palm before launching a barrage of arcane bolts. Triss responded instantly, weaving a barrier that absorbed the strikes before countering with a wave of flames.

"You are completely insufferable!" Triss snapped. "You think you can just say whatever you want and get away with it?"

"And you think you're better than me? Get off your high horse!"

A fireball shot past Liam's head, close enough that he could feel the heat. He pressed himself flatter against the stone.

"I really should've left for Oxenfurt with Steve and Natasha." Vesemir, to his credit, remained remarkably calm, though he did shift slightly to avoid a chunk of debris that came flying past.

"I give them five more minutes before they destroy half the courtyard." Vesemir said.

Keira raised both hands, summoning a surge of energy that coalesced into jagged tendrils. Triss countered with a storm of embers that swirled around her like a protective whirlwind.

"Should we, uh... stop them?" Liam looked at Vesemir.

"You want to be turned into a frog? Be my guest." Vesemir replied.

"Great. Stuck in a fortress with two pissed-off sorceresses trying to vaporize each other. This is my life now." Liam lamented. He hoped that this two wouldn't destroy the castle. They might not know it, this was where they would have to fact the first wave of Wild Hunt and they needed a better structure, instead of delipidated fortress that it was now.

"Aéen esseadh aen'feain!" Keira chanted.

Glowing glyphs swirled around her hands as a jagged arc of lightning crackled to life. She thrust her palm forward, and the bolt streaked toward Triss, cutting through the air.

"Gleanna aep morc'h,"

A wall of enchanted ice rose from the ground, absorbing the brunt of the lightning strike before shattering into shards. As the frozen mist settled, Triss stepped through. With a swift motion, she traced an arc in the air, igniting the ground beneath Keira's feet in a roaring blaze. Keira yelped and leapt back, conjuring a protective ward just in time.

"Oh, so that's how we're playing? Fine. Brioc'h aen'val!"

A surge of telekinetic force lashed out, sending Triss skidding backward. The red-haired sorceress gritted her teeth. Not one to be outdone, Triss retaliated. The ground trembled as jagged roots erupted from beneath Keira, twisting and writhing.

"Va en tedd aen'venn!"

Keira sliced through the incoming roots with a wave of water blades. Meanwhile, Liam and Vesemir weren't having a good time, seeing the destruction around. The water blade of Keira just sliced through the training dummies and both of them weren't happy about it.

Uma was shaking in fear and Vesemir had to shield him from the magical wave that was running around wild here, casting a quen sign on Uma.

"This is getting ridiculous."

"This is why I never involved myself in sorceress drama." Vesemir replied.

"I didn't have options." Liam said.

"Why are you so hell bent on learning magic."

"Because I want to have something which is entirely mine and not provided by the system." Liam wanted to say that but could only shake his head a bit and reply. "Because the world is in chaos. And if I don't strengthen myself, I will be a burden to myself."

A sudden explosion sent a shockwave across the courtyard, forcing Liam to duck as chunks of rock and snow blasted past them. He could feel the heat from the spells, the sheer force shaking the very foundations of the ancient keep.

Finally, as the battle raged on, their spells began to falter. They were running out of magic.

"Had enough?" Keira panted.

"Have you?" Triss was a but exhausted too and though she fared better in magical reserves, she couldn't stop Keira completely.

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