[ As the demon slides across the dirt, Geralt presses forward, leaving both horse and Ciri further behind. It's the first time he's seen Dean's wings since they revealed themselves half-moulted months ago. Ragged, but not skeletal as they are now.
At least he needn't worry about flying demons.
He ducks the first swing, then the second, before parrying the third. Dean moves startlingly fast—a preternatural speed—but Geralt isn't holding back, either. The aim of sparring was to teach. The aim of this is to walk away in one piece. And though he doesn't know if it's true Dean can survive even his head being taken off, he can see Dean heal instantaneously. What remnant of hesitation he might've had about drawing too much blood vanishes with the scratches.
When the final blow falls, Geralt spins on his back foot. Their blades interlock. He shoves hard, twisting his grip and jerking the blade upwards to slice through flesh. His eyes are sharp, never moving off his target.
But it's hard for his full attention to be on Dean when Ciri remains in the picture, when he can hear her scrambling in the dirt. ]
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At least he needn't worry about flying demons.
He ducks the first swing, then the second, before parrying the third. Dean moves startlingly fast—a preternatural speed—but Geralt isn't holding back, either. The aim of sparring was to teach. The aim of this is to walk away in one piece. And though he doesn't know if it's true Dean can survive even his head being taken off, he can see Dean heal instantaneously. What remnant of hesitation he might've had about drawing too much blood vanishes with the scratches.
When the final blow falls, Geralt spins on his back foot. Their blades interlock. He shoves hard, twisting his grip and jerking the blade upwards to slice through flesh. His eyes are sharp, never moving off his target.
But it's hard for his full attention to be on Dean when Ciri remains in the picture, when he can hear her scrambling in the dirt. ]