( It works. Demons may be immune to certain kinds of magic, but they're not immune to being force-blasted up the asshole. He goes flying, and as soon as he's in the air it's a learned reflex to try and pop the wings out. For the first time since he's turned, he does.
What comes out... is not a set of wings by any definition. It's skeletal bones, bare but for the occasional cluster of fractured, ugly-burnt feather. They catch no wind, they do absolutely nothing to slow his momentum. They barely absorb any of the impact as he goes rolling in the dust, but they do help him quickly right himself as he plants the bones into the dirt for leverage. When he stands and they spread, they look more like a prehistoric nightmare than anything crafted by a god.
It's an annoying disadvantage, but he isn't attached enough to them to be concerned. Something a little higher on his priorities list is going down.
The little flecks of cuts on his cheeks from the rocks begin to heal instantly, the wounds closing before Geralt's eyes as Dean quickly stalks forward to close the distance between them and, without hesitation, begins a barrage of offensive swipes and swings with his sword.
There is one significant difference between his fighting style now; before, a small part of him was always wary of properly landing a blow that could do any significant damage. Always prepared to pull back, even if Geralt didn't even slightly need that from him. It was built in, automatic concern. That is entirely lacking now, and he is in all ways vicious. )
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What comes out... is not a set of wings by any definition. It's skeletal bones, bare but for the occasional cluster of fractured, ugly-burnt feather. They catch no wind, they do absolutely nothing to slow his momentum. They barely absorb any of the impact as he goes rolling in the dust, but they do help him quickly right himself as he plants the bones into the dirt for leverage. When he stands and they spread, they look more like a prehistoric nightmare than anything crafted by a god.
It's an annoying disadvantage, but he isn't attached enough to them to be concerned. Something a little higher on his priorities list is going down.
The little flecks of cuts on his cheeks from the rocks begin to heal instantly, the wounds closing before Geralt's eyes as Dean quickly stalks forward to close the distance between them and, without hesitation, begins a barrage of offensive swipes and swings with his sword.
There is one significant difference between his fighting style now; before, a small part of him was always wary of properly landing a blow that could do any significant damage. Always prepared to pull back, even if Geralt didn't even slightly need that from him. It was built in, automatic concern. That is entirely lacking now, and he is in all ways vicious. )