The Lady of the Lake

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.''
Andrzej Sapkowski