[ The metallic tang of blood hits his nostrils, the back of his throat. Target dazed, Geralt draws back to finish him off—no hesitation, no interest in toying with the enemy.
The running footsteps don't make him pause. Only a heavy pull does. His medallion hums, and he looks up to see a mage. He thinks, but—his vision is already blurring, and his grip grows slack.
He isn't given the chance to push himself away or move. Just collapses, the full weight of him right on top of Steve. ]
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The running footsteps don't make him pause. Only a heavy pull does. His medallion hums, and he looks up to see a mage. He thinks, but—his vision is already blurring, and his grip grows slack.
He isn't given the chance to push himself away or move. Just collapses, the full weight of him right on top of Steve. ]