( It's fine, Geralt. He's got enough barbs for the both of them. He doesn't actually need any outside input to have a whole ass conversation throughout an entire fight scene.

His goal does work, though. He has ninety-nine percent of Dean's attention, with only a single sad percentage left in Ciri's general direction in case she rallies and decides to turn this thing into a two v. one.

He moves easily in step with Geralt, his sword up and waiting to parry a blow. Just like you taught him, Gerald! Are you proud?! He's going to use every bit of those months of lessons and dueling to take your head off. )

Now? ( A little smirk plays about the corner of his lips. ) Well, now I wanna pull your spine out of your throat while your daughter watches. Maybe play with your hair a little while you die, if you're into that kinda thing. Quit looking for him and just hit me already, you dumb son of a bitch.