Vexx took the moment when she let her guard down to slide back on some ice, out of her swords reach. Her eyes betrayed who she was. She was a waitcher. This surprised Vexx as he was sure they had all died out.
She asked him about the bodies.
"What these?" he pointed at the line of dead behind him. "These are for you and your kind" He smiled with a sicking grin. "they are to get the kind like you out into the open."
He drew on his energy again and summoned up an ice sword with little effort. He cheaked around to make sure there was enough water to last this conflict. He then smiled at the witcher.
"So how about you quit trying to be nice and just die" he lunged at her with his sword.