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"Bite marks. Poor Jerall soldiers never knew what hit them until it was too late" She shook her head as she invesigated a group of dead and blood-drained soldiers in a mining cave. When she investigated the last body, she found a new fact altogether.

"Mist essence. Along with another bite mark to the jugular" Aryana concluded, before what looked like a moving fog began to approach her.

"A Volkihar vampire. My luck just couldn't get any better" she sighed as she drew her silver blade and casted a quick Horvut as a trap to force the vampire to materialize. The Witcher quickly parried the vertical strike with a horizontal parry, before kicking the vampire away and countering with a riposte.

The vampire felt the silver burn through his skin as he was slashed, causing him to take up a defensive measure as he was still slowed by the effects of the Horvut, and unable to enter mist form from depleting his magicka. Aryana went on the defensive as well, patiently waiting for an opportunity to strike.