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I sort of uhhhh hadn’t expected all y’all would be quite so quick on the uptake to realize how horrible the cliffhanger was in the previous chapter so I have hustled my ass to get the next bit beat together as quick as possible and here it is, with last-minute edits:

it’s not a resolution to the whole story, but it is a resolution of the action sequence cliffhanger.

chapter 7, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72850020

“If Aiden were berserk when he did this you’d have a fine human paste, here,” Lambert said sharply, “and not a clean kill like this. Geralt, hang onto her, she’s lying.”

I should have anticipated this, Ciri thought, as Philippa turned abruptly into an owl and shot out of Geralt’s grasp. Ciri’s as-yet makeshift Yrden was too slow to catch her, and Geralt hadn’t anticipated the abrupt reversal in time to cast one of his own.

“Fuck, not again,” Geralt said savagely.

“I’ve got to get faster at that,” Ciri said, before Geralt could get any angrier at himself. (Your picture was not posted)