BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!
Before the older man, Taileek Bralley could finish his rant, a loud concussive boom rattled the room as the goateed man was sent flying into the opposite side and embedded in the thick, cemented structure.
"How about you shut your fucking mouth, old man!" Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Cynrik stood with his left leg held up, indicating the attack he had dished out was that of a rolling sidekick to the man's chest.
"CYNRIK JETLENSR?" One of the bodyguards shouted in confusion after recognizing the young man with his leg raised in the air.
"HOW DID THIS BASTARD GET IN?" A second cried in fright.
"Quit your squabbling; we must protect Patriarch Bralley!" The third of four bodyguards, one with a calmer disposition, stated while rushing forward to attack Cynrik.
Meanwhile, the final bodyguard, a lithe woman, rushed to the aid of her Patriarch, who was embedded in the wall of Geralt's office, struggling to move.