[Jaskier was hoping it was someone who could help, but as he does not gain on Reno so much as catch up to where he had been a moment ago, he sees the robes.
The mask.
His heart turns colder than the mountain. Jaskier looks back over his shoulder, hands clinging to his cloak around him so he doesn't trip on it. It's a snap decision, and possibly quite a horrible one, but essentially, it is simple.
Jaskier does not wish to die.
He does, however, want the people who took Geralt and Ciri to.
Perhaps Reno understands. Perhaps he doesn't. It doesn't matter. Jaskier runs straight towards them, coming up just as Reno raises his weapon. He rips at his magic, and this time the vines that rise rip straight through the ground, powered by his urgency, and grip onto the cultist. Who shouts, surprised, just as Jaskier runs past him.]
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The mask.
His heart turns colder than the mountain. Jaskier looks back over his shoulder, hands clinging to his cloak around him so he doesn't trip on it. It's a snap decision, and possibly quite a horrible one, but essentially, it is simple.
Jaskier does not wish to die.
He does, however, want the people who took Geralt and Ciri to.
Perhaps Reno understands. Perhaps he doesn't. It doesn't matter. Jaskier runs straight towards them, coming up just as Reno raises his weapon. He rips at his magic, and this time the vines that rise rip straight through the ground, powered by his urgency, and grip onto the cultist. Who shouts, surprised, just as Jaskier runs past him.]
It is druid plant magic, thank you!