[ The pile of limbs on the ground is short-lived; they're pit-starved, probably been in this shit for weeks before he and Ciri landed, and despite the way something in the air seems to hamper him, it isn't long before he has one knocked out cold and the other pinned to the ground.
He dodges a swing only for a rock to smack him in the temple. He ignores it, busy with the one underneath him. He isn't looking to kill, but he also can't care if that's where they end up. They fall backwards, his legs wrapped around and one arm crushing the man's windpipe.
One eye stays on Ciri, but he'll trust she can hold her ground. ]
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He dodges a swing only for a rock to smack him in the temple. He ignores it, busy with the one underneath him. He isn't looking to kill, but he also can't care if that's where they end up. They fall backwards, his legs wrapped around and one arm crushing the man's windpipe.
One eye stays on Ciri, but he'll trust she can hold her ground. ]