[ His name doesn't register. Nothing matters except Ciri. Blood drips to the ground, stains his fingers as the bone splinter through skin. Not until someone grabs his arm does he spin around. A snarl falls from his lips. No recognition flickers in his eyes—flooded inky black.
But it does pull him off the woman.
His focus narrows onto a new target. He moves to pin Steve to the ground. He isn't as fast as he used to be, but he moves with a primal instinct that buries the searing pain flaring from the gaping wounds. His teeth are sharp when he bares them. He snatches a rock from the musty ground, prepared to swing downward.
That's when an earth-shaking scream shatters the air.
(Ciri.)
The ground rumbles; rocks tumble down the walls. He snaps his head up, attention split. ]
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But it does pull him off the woman.
His focus narrows onto a new target. He moves to pin Steve to the ground. He isn't as fast as he used to be, but he moves with a primal instinct that buries the searing pain flaring from the gaping wounds. His teeth are sharp when he bares them. He snatches a rock from the musty ground, prepared to swing downward.
That's when an earth-shaking scream shatters the air.
(Ciri.)
The ground rumbles; rocks tumble down the walls. He snaps his head up, attention split. ]