Ciri whirled around and gasped as an orc ruthlessly tore his crooked sword out of Jiunen's chest. Ciri turned back to her immediate foe only long enough to viciously slit its throat, and then ran to Jiunen, who collapsed, his eyes wide. Ciri tried to pull him to his feet, but they wouldn't support him. She instead fell to her knees, pulling him onto her lap. Ciri tried in vain to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. Jiunen looked up at her, and then closed his eyes, his life faded. Ciri closed her eyes and held Jiunen's body tightly. She pressed her face against his hair, smelling his scent of pine needles and sea-salt one last time. She knew that too soon she would have to abandon him on the battlefield, for the battle still raged around them, but for now she held still, not noticing even when a running soldier caught her on the shoulder with his sword. She only wanted to hold on . .