[ Once blood spills, the idiot slinging pebbles looks torn between fleeing or avenging his friend.
He makes the wrong choice, snatching up a heavier stone. His eyes fix on Ciri.
Geralt tackles him without hesitation. He twists the hand holding the rock until it drops, grabs a handful of hair, and wrenches the man's head up—throat exposed for Ciri's waiting bone blade. ]
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He makes the wrong choice, snatching up a heavier stone. His eyes fix on Ciri.
Geralt tackles him without hesitation. He twists the hand holding the rock until it drops, grabs a handful of hair, and wrenches the man's head up—throat exposed for Ciri's waiting bone blade. ]