章節 601: Obvious Result

Solaire and Reima were both aware of what was happening to Dusks ship, the sun god launching himself off his present position and onto the closest Nilfgaardian vessel. He conjured a lightning whip and sweeped it through the soldiers attempting to apprehend him, cutting them all in half with ease before he jumped to another. This continued until he reached a Frigate now a few meters away from Dusks ship.

A swift kick sent a man flying as he started tearing apart the vessel to prevent them from assaulting his companions. After killing everyone on the Frigate, another start firing their cannons at it, fearing Solaire more than killing their own allies.

Solaire "That is not jolly cooperation at all!" He shouts as he watches a injured Nilfgaardian get eviscerated by a cannonball. He draws his blade and raises it as it begins to glow brighter than the sun. Without warning he quickly lowers it, the fractured golden blade expanding and cutting the neighboring Frigate in half as well as partially his own.

The nearby mages who witness this begin to fire spells at Dusks ship, attempting to kill those on board and retake their Admiral so they can flee... If they were to leave without their superior they'd no doubt be executed.

Reima chains a number of blinks and eventually plants his feet on Dusks ship, the Princess giving an exhausted smile at him as he arrives. "You alright?" he asks, never before having seen her so tired.

Dusk nods, "Just out of magic, the Admirals there, take him."

Reima doesn't waste any time, he grabs the Admiral as well as Dusk and teleports back to Cerys ship, dropping the protesting Princess as well as the enemy leader.

Dusk "I can still fight" she says, trying to raise the banishing catalyst but being unable to due to her sore muscles.

Reima "Right, and Geralt can sing. Just be satisfied with how well you did Dusk." he says, patting her on the head and returning to the surrounded ship.

After Reima had taken the Admiral the other ships immediately opened fire on it, killing some of the Skellige warriors, Solaire had retaliated by bisecting their ships and summoning a shower of lightning but it seemed that the Nilfgaardians had realised they weren't leaving alive, deciding instead to take as many men as they could with them.

With only a quarter of the fleet remaining they still had enough firepower to proof a threat to the Longboats, though with Priscilla and Quelana picking them off one by one, they wouldn't last much longer.

Once Reima's onboard he summons a large amount of Crystal Soul Spears and sends them at the cannons firing at the ship, blasting them apart and relieving the beaten and battered Skelligans for a moment. He then turns his attention to the Corvette blocking their exit, mustering his magic and climbing onto the bow of the longboat and casting the most powerful Aard he could summon.

*BOOM!*

The men behind him were knocked off of their feet from just being near the subsequent blast. The ocean around them was kicked up into a temporary rain as the Corvette was blasted a few meters sideways, then rolling upside down due to the force.

Reima then summons a black flame tentacle, it smashes the ship in half before two arms push them away, creating a way out which the Skelligan warriors gleefully take. Driving the ship through it, more Nilfgaardians attempt to stop them but with the combination of Reima and Solaire, they don't stand a chance. Being destroyed as easily as an adult man crushing an ant, leaving nothing left but mangled bodies.

Reima was expecting cheers when the heavily damaged longboat emerged from the destroyed black fleet, but there was none... Only shocked silence as the brutal power displayed by the duo, it said something that a people who respected strength and power were unsure of how to react to Reima and Solaire's display.

Of course, the surviving Prospects were not known to be a quiet bunch....

Kuretz "EYYY! DRINKS ON THE KING-JARL EVERYONE! GOOD FIGHT!" he stands proudly on the ship, yelling and cheering along with some of the other boisterous masked people.

With the tension broken by the comedic scene of Kuretz victoriously claiming the battle to be over, the warriors finally break out into cheers.

Cerys sighs as she hears her soldiers celebrating, the fact that they'd won only now just hitting her. This obviously wouldn't have been possible without their peculiar and powerful allies, this blow against Nilfgaard would affect all battles in the north, they'd just destroyed the majority of the Empires Armada which would allow Radovid to go on the offensive... But, now isn't the time for politics or strategy. Now was the time to get home and celebrate their miraculous victory... That, and she wasn't happy suddenly being given the bill for everyone's drinks.

Yennefer's eye twitches at how powerful Reima was, aswell as how pitiful everyone else seemed against him. Unfortunately with a few Mages having fled through portals, the information about them and their abilities would eventually make it back to the Emperor... Though, the existence of Ciri would be the most troubling. Yennefer didn't know how Emyr would react, nor if he would simply go mad and demand the destruction of Kaer Morhen and all those residing in it.

Geralt "Hmm, what's got you worried?" he asks.

Yennefer shakes her head, "Nothing... Fancy a drink when we get back?"

Geralt gives a smug smirk, "I don't think we'll have a choice." he says, glancing at everyone uproariously celebrating their victory.

Yennefer gives the best smile she can muster, "Well, I'll not refuse a session of drunken lovemaking." she says, causing Ciri who's listening nearby to blush furiously. Yen glances at the ashen haired girl and winks, letting the girl know she could spot her eavesdropping.