[ His eyes flick from sword to demon. He isn't watching Ciri, but he can hear her—the shift of her heartbeat, the light shuffle of sand beneath her knees. Whether Dean can, he isn't certain. He understands better than to call out to her.
But he gathers one thing: Voleth Meir had been an entity of her own, invading Ciri's body. She had not fought how Ciri was trained to fight. Dean, though, appears to be doing exactly that. Something to take note of, because it makes Dean's movements a touch more predictable. He did teach him.
For another minute, Geralt is still. A buzzard screeches above. He drops the crossbow to free his hand. Maybe where Ciri can reach, with luck. Roach shuffles; his second sword sits in her saddle, along with his hunting knife. Things he knows Ciri is well aware of. He trusts she will take advantage where she can—that she remembers every lesson he gave her. He can't worry about how or why, what he could have done differently.
When he finally strikes, it's not with a swing from his sword. Instead, a blast of Aard kicks up the sand in a thick spray. He's aiming to send Dean flying away, moving the fight by inches from where Ciri and Roach are—but if the dust can blind the demon, too, he'll take it. ]
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But he gathers one thing: Voleth Meir had been an entity of her own, invading Ciri's body. She had not fought how Ciri was trained to fight. Dean, though, appears to be doing exactly that. Something to take note of, because it makes Dean's movements a touch more predictable. He did teach him.
For another minute, Geralt is still. A buzzard screeches above. He drops the crossbow to free his hand. Maybe where Ciri can reach, with luck. Roach shuffles; his second sword sits in her saddle, along with his hunting knife. Things he knows Ciri is well aware of. He trusts she will take advantage where she can—that she remembers every lesson he gave her. He can't worry about how or why, what he could have done differently.
When he finally strikes, it's not with a swing from his sword. Instead, a blast of Aard kicks up the sand in a thick spray. He's aiming to send Dean flying away, moving the fight by inches from where Ciri and Roach are—but if the dust can blind the demon, too, he'll take it. ]