[ Mm. Geralt makes a noise that indicates he agrees. He eyes Dante's own machine, curious. There's a different aura about it he can't place his finger on. Not a darkness. Perhaps it matters not in the Horizon. He's aware neither Dante or Nero are fully human.
He raises an eyebrow. A race? ] Why not.
[ He revs the engine, pulling up to what passes for a starting point. Kaer Morhen sits on the other side of the crater—snowy white peaks and looming grey stone that can be seen in the distance.
He waits for Dante to be ready. Then they're off, dust spinning behind the wheels. ]
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He raises an eyebrow. A race? ] Why not.
[ He revs the engine, pulling up to what passes for a starting point. Kaer Morhen sits on the other side of the crater—snowy white peaks and looming grey stone that can be seen in the distance.
He waits for Dante to be ready. Then they're off, dust spinning behind the wheels. ]