And so it was that a witcher and a Nilfgaardian roared savagely, whirled their swords and leapt forward together without a second thought—two brothers in arms, two allies and comrades—in an encounter with their common foe, in an uneven battle. And that was their baptism of fire. A baptism of shared fighting, fury, madness and death. They were going to their deaths, the two of them.
