[Shocker that Geralt doesn't have anything else to add. Another guy possessed by a demon, and another dead demon. It's just another day in the life of a devil hunter, right? Just. One of the shittier ones. You never want to lose someone to the demon.

But it happens. And he figures Geralt took care of it. He never seemed like the kind who would hesitate.

Nero claps his hands together.] Hoped you'd say that. Let's see... [He turns around the Palace clears itself; Shadow gives an annoyed growl as the column she was sleeping on disappears underneath her. The traces of Nero's blood mixed with the demon's erases itself. For a second, it's like watching a pit in a bowling alley reset the pins; the room turns blank, and rebuilds itself as it stretches around them. It is still undeniably an arena, but cracked castle walls rise around them, with tufts of grass growing between the cobblestone built at their feet.

Even to Nero, the sound of horse hooves on stone is unmistakable.

So this is what the Palace picked. Nero sort of made the Palace as a place to train, but it sort of... runs itself. Whenever he walks in wanting to kill something, there's something for him to kill. No thought in it. Just whatever's the demon de jour.

And for Geralt, it's a knight. A knight astride a skeletal horse, glowing with blue flames. Nero knows the trick here; he's talked with Nico on the equus daemonicus, 'cause some of that shit simply doesn't make sense. It just. Works that way anyway.

The demonic knight on the back of the horse faces Geralt, drawing its sword from its waist. The geryon stomps the ground.

Nero sniffs, stepping back.] You know, if it gets too much, you can totally tag-team me in. Promise I won't let you die, grandpa.