[ Had they both been human, the force of the collision would have shattered a few bones. As it is, the crunch bruises, but nothing breaks. ]
Fuck off.
[ It's good-natured as Geralt gets back up. He circles the demon as thunder distorts their surroundings. The interior takes on a dark, purplish glow. The air hums, electric.
Geralt's good at learning on his feet, though, and fast. One lesson is all he needs to start reading the creature's intentions: the rear of the horse's hooves before it charges, the distance it puts between them as it draws on its magic. He dodges the time-slowing bubble when it spawns again, using the steed's height to slide between its legs. The tip of his sword flips upwards, piercing the horse's belly and splitting it open. Thick black entrails splash.
He wastes no time rising to his feet, spinning around and swinging his sword as he does. The knight's head slices clean off, rolling to a stop by the panther's paws.
(He doesn't feel good. Or unburdened. But he does feel better—that rush which always comes in the aftermath of a fight.) ]
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Fuck off.
[ It's good-natured as Geralt gets back up. He circles the demon as thunder distorts their surroundings. The interior takes on a dark, purplish glow. The air hums, electric.
Geralt's good at learning on his feet, though, and fast. One lesson is all he needs to start reading the creature's intentions: the rear of the horse's hooves before it charges, the distance it puts between them as it draws on its magic. He dodges the time-slowing bubble when it spawns again, using the steed's height to slide between its legs. The tip of his sword flips upwards, piercing the horse's belly and splitting it open. Thick black entrails splash.
He wastes no time rising to his feet, spinning around and swinging his sword as he does. The knight's head slices clean off, rolling to a stop by the panther's paws.
(He doesn't feel good. Or unburdened. But he does feel better—that rush which always comes in the aftermath of a fight.) ]