Like a huge cat, the witcher folded himself over with an inhumanly agile spine, turning his momentum mid-air to hook the harpy head with the crook of his boot. It flew with deadly accuracy, knocking another of the creatures from flight.

He fell to the dirt. The wounded harpy fell atop him, struggling. Limbs tangled. Flames sparked angrily from Geralt's palms as he pressed it away.