( Maybe it's the time wasted with Ciri's little escape attempt that screws him over. Maybe it's just that they're moving slower, being two people with a single horse between them โ one of them dragging her damn feet at any given turn. Maybe Geralt's just motivated enough to wear his own horse into the ground in high-speed pursuit to catch up.
Whatever the case, he'll spot them in the Bad Lands, miles and miles away from Cadens. His daughter's an unmistakable shock of white thrown carelessly over a horse, ankles and wrists bound, a little blood smeared across her temple. Beside her, Dean walks swiftly and with purpose, leading the horse with reins in hand. His rifle is strapped across broad shoulders, his sword at his hip.
He's ready. He may not know for sure that Geralt is going to show up, or exactly when, but he'd have to be a goddamn moron not to prepare for it. If that son of a bitch is enough of a fool to chase him down... well, one of them won't walk away from this in the end. )
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Whatever the case, he'll spot them in the Bad Lands, miles and miles away from Cadens. His daughter's an unmistakable shock of white thrown carelessly over a horse, ankles and wrists bound, a little blood smeared across her temple. Beside her, Dean walks swiftly and with purpose, leading the horse with reins in hand. His rifle is strapped across broad shoulders, his sword at his hip.
He's ready. He may not know for sure that Geralt is going to show up, or exactly when, but he'd have to be a goddamn moron not to prepare for it. If that son of a bitch is enough of a fool to chase him down... well, one of them won't walk away from this in the end. )