[Nero huffs at him. Okay, it'd sounded like sarcasm when he said it, but he'd sort of meant it. Just 'cause Geralt's fought monsters doesn't mean he's ready for every sort of demon.
Looks like the Palace really wants to fuck with him.
Nero hops onto a broken section of rock wall, his legs dangling down where Shadow curls up in the shaded grass. They both watch Geralt with full attention, taking in his movements. He's fast. Not surprising. The most important part of staying alive's being fast or being durable. You have to be at least one of them.
Fast, and patient. At least one of those, Nero isn't. He's about to tell him to get a move on when the knight makes the decision for them. The geryon's hooves hit the grass so hard it tears up, clumps of plant and dirt flying through the air.
It was a good shot. Geralt's sword doesn't hesitate, and strikes one scaled leg, drawing a blue spurt of blood. But as the horse rears back with a scream, there's a woomph, the air sucked out of the atmosphere. A blue sphere expands from the point of the horse's leg, and that's it --
The trick. The blue splash of blood freezes in the air. The grass stills completely. A dragonfly's wings caught, still, like it flew into amber. And that sphere expands in an effort to envelope Geralt --
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[Nero huffs at him. Okay, it'd sounded like sarcasm when he said it, but he'd sort of meant it. Just 'cause Geralt's fought monsters doesn't mean he's ready for every sort of demon.
Looks like the Palace really wants to fuck with him.
Nero hops onto a broken section of rock wall, his legs dangling down where Shadow curls up in the shaded grass. They both watch Geralt with full attention, taking in his movements. He's fast. Not surprising. The most important part of staying alive's being fast or being durable. You have to be at least one of them.
Fast, and patient. At least one of those, Nero isn't. He's about to tell him to get a move on when the knight makes the decision for them. The geryon's hooves hit the grass so hard it tears up, clumps of plant and dirt flying through the air.
It was a good shot. Geralt's sword doesn't hesitate, and strikes one scaled leg, drawing a blue spurt of blood. But as the horse rears back with a scream, there's a woomph, the air sucked out of the atmosphere. A blue sphere expands from the point of the horse's leg, and that's it --
The trick. The blue splash of blood freezes in the air. The grass stills completely. A dragonfly's wings caught, still, like it flew into amber. And that sphere expands in an effort to envelope Geralt --
A sphere where time has stopped. Completely.]