[ Occasionally, Geralt thinks something like the Horizon could've been of use when he was training as a boy. Illusory creatures, summoned from the mind, in a place where pain and exertion are real enough, but the true threat of death is absent.
But then, he imagines the older Witchers would have rejected the notion. Claimed they needed to face the real world. Thrown them into the gnashing maw of a basilisk, anyhow.
Blood spurts. The steed slows not near as much as he'd have preferred; as its hooves strike the ground hard enough to shake it, he feels the hum from his medallion, vibrating against his chest. It catches his attention before the growing bubble does. He starts to move out of its path—not yet recognizing what it does, but understanding full well he wants to be the fuck away from it.
He isn't quick enough to keep his sword hand from getting caught, though. That's what makes him stumble. He sees the charge coming. His shield stops the horse's hooves from caving his ribs into his lungs, but not the sweep of the knight's sword that sends him flying straight into a shattered wall.
The one Nero is perched upon.
He smacks into the other man with a grunt. They roll in a tangle of limbs, bouncing across the stone floors. ] Fuck.
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But then, he imagines the older Witchers would have rejected the notion. Claimed they needed to face the real world. Thrown them into the gnashing maw of a basilisk, anyhow.
Blood spurts. The steed slows not near as much as he'd have preferred; as its hooves strike the ground hard enough to shake it, he feels the hum from his medallion, vibrating against his chest. It catches his attention before the growing bubble does. He starts to move out of its path—not yet recognizing what it does, but understanding full well he wants to be the fuck away from it.
He isn't quick enough to keep his sword hand from getting caught, though. That's what makes him stumble. He sees the charge coming. His shield stops the horse's hooves from caving his ribs into his lungs, but not the sweep of the knight's sword that sends him flying straight into a shattered wall.
The one Nero is perched upon.
He smacks into the other man with a grunt. They roll in a tangle of limbs, bouncing across the stone floors. ] Fuck.