[ The beast is lithe, but fast, and evidently strong enough to wrestle a (somewhat weakened) angel pinning it down.
Geralt moves without hesitation. One hand forces the creature's leg in place, helping to hold it down. The vines strain. Claws swipe—and he ducks. Its swollen throat looks like a balloon about to burst. That's probably the first sign this is a poor fucking decision. But they're here, the damn thing is trapped, and not following through isn't an option.
He isn't keen to let Castiel get torn to shreds, either.
The stone knife's sharpened as well as a stone can be, but it isn't near fine steel. Taking off its head? Not a delicate operation. Nor a quick one. Geralt pierces the leathery flesh, slices less-than-clean across its throat just below the distended bulb. The gaping slash is jagged, messy, more akin to hacking at a chicken with a dull knife. He isn't certain the head can come clean off this way, but it needn't do so precisely. It just has to mostly detach.
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Geralt moves without hesitation. One hand forces the creature's leg in place, helping to hold it down. The vines strain. Claws swipe—and he ducks. Its swollen throat looks like a balloon about to burst. That's probably the first sign this is a poor fucking decision. But they're here, the damn thing is trapped, and not following through isn't an option.
He isn't keen to let Castiel get torn to shreds, either.
The stone knife's sharpened as well as a stone can be, but it isn't near fine steel. Taking off its head? Not a delicate operation. Nor a quick one. Geralt pierces the leathery flesh, slices less-than-clean across its throat just below the distended bulb. The gaping slash is jagged, messy, more akin to hacking at a chicken with a dull knife. He isn't certain the head can come clean off this way, but it needn't do so precisely. It just has to mostly detach.
One vine snaps. ]