One might dodge a bullet from the shadows, but not a sword drawn in the open.
Faced with Geralt's Longsword, the Saintess had only two choices at this moment. She could either give up the Sorcery she was about to complete, or resist forcefully, betting he couldn't kill her.
But she actually had another choice: to drag everyone to Hell with her own death.
She laughed then, having evidently made her decision. Never thought the final sacrifice would be myself...
Geralt, seeing the strange expression on her face and her unflinching stance, immediately grew alert.
But let's not forget, he is a master Witcher who has lived for who knows how many years. Though he didn't understand her Sorcery, he could still sense something was off from her reaction.
In that same instant, he grasped the crux of the situation. The edge of the Longsword in his hand suddenly changed course, no longer aimed at her head but swinging towards another critical spot.
"No!"
