Geralt parried obliquely and deflected. The bandit spun nimbly, moving from his stance to a nasty cut from below, when he suddenly goggled, sneezed loudly and covered himself in snot, dropping his guard for a moment. The Witcher jabbed him fast in the neck and the blade went in as far as the vertebrae. “Well, who’ll tell me now,” he panted, looking at the twitching corpse, “that taking drugs isn’t bad for your health?”
