[ The ground rumbles. Geralt stands up, already reaching for his silver blade. He's seen the monsters in these walls. The ones Nero showed him. (The ones he fought in their strange dreamscape adventures.) They're familiar in their own way: twisted lifeforms that crawled forth from another realm.
But there is a humanoid edge to the knight that rides forth. Curious, when and where Nero encountered this thing. ]
Comforting.
[ He circles the waiting kinght. He usually studies his targets first. This is, probably, where he and Nero differ. Geralt arrives prepared: the right weapons, the right tools, the right knowledge. He seldom allows himself to be caught off-guard with a monster he doesn't understand well. A problem, considering it happens in Abraxas more often. The perils of landing in a completely new sphere.
He can spy the monster's armour, though, and the steed's fiery blue hooves—and that's all he has time to do before it charges at him. The oversized sword scrapes against the stone floors. Geralt dives to the left, rolling far to keep his distance while he sizes up the beast. It's quick for something so large, but not agile; the movement of its sword is an easy tell with how heavy it is.
When he finally moves in to strike, it's to aim for what anyone should when their opponent is on horseback: for the animal's fragile legs. ]
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But there is a humanoid edge to the knight that rides forth. Curious, when and where Nero encountered this thing. ]
Comforting.
[ He circles the waiting kinght. He usually studies his targets first. This is, probably, where he and Nero differ. Geralt arrives prepared: the right weapons, the right tools, the right knowledge. He seldom allows himself to be caught off-guard with a monster he doesn't understand well. A problem, considering it happens in Abraxas more often. The perils of landing in a completely new sphere.
He can spy the monster's armour, though, and the steed's fiery blue hooves—and that's all he has time to do before it charges at him. The oversized sword scrapes against the stone floors. Geralt dives to the left, rolling far to keep his distance while he sizes up the beast. It's quick for something so large, but not agile; the movement of its sword is an easy tell with how heavy it is.
When he finally moves in to strike, it's to aim for what anyone should when their opponent is on horseback: for the animal's fragile legs. ]