[ Geralt realizes precisely when Dean does, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. It's the first Sign he'd taught him, the first Sign where he'd really learned what would and would not work for Dean to grasp control of Chaos.
Hard to say what is more unexpected: that the demon attempted to use it on instinct (hasn't it got abilities of it's own?) or that it failed to cast.
It would be simpler, he thinks, if the demon carried no traces of the man it's occupying. But he can't let the thought seep in; they've crossed swords and Geralt knows there's only one way this will end.
He lets Dean break off. There's a time and place for pressing the attack. Instead, he waits: patient, watching to see how Dean will pivot next. Maybe to reorient his footing, too. His grip is firm on his sword. Dean may find him predictable, but Geralt hasn't got the same advantage—facing something familiar and yet wholly new. ]
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Hard to say what is more unexpected: that the demon attempted to use it on instinct (hasn't it got abilities of it's own?) or that it failed to cast.
It would be simpler, he thinks, if the demon carried no traces of the man it's occupying. But he can't let the thought seep in; they've crossed swords and Geralt knows there's only one way this will end.
He lets Dean break off. There's a time and place for pressing the attack. Instead, he waits: patient, watching to see how Dean will pivot next. Maybe to reorient his footing, too. His grip is firm on his sword. Dean may find him predictable, but Geralt hasn't got the same advantage—facing something familiar and yet wholly new. ]