Got sick. Rereading The Witcher Saga. Fell in love with Ciri again. Had to paint the scene from the book.
''They heard the sharp crunch of moving skates. They saw a blurred shade, scurrying along. And the flash of a sword. The Gemmererian howled. They saw him fall, saw the blood squirt wide onto the ice. The wounded man looked around, writhing, screaming, crying. Then he stopped and lay still.''