[ The second scorching smear of blood catches his attention more thoroughly. That, the smell of something human beneath, trickling.
He moves to pin the demon against the wall rising behind them. His blade is in his hand to drive it through or take a head off at the shoulders. Then he falters, abrupt. If not for the distinct smell of human blood, he might not have stopped. But in combination with Dean's sudden shift in expression, he can't help hesitating.
(I came back here. I thought you could help me.)
It doesn't last long. He knows better, knows not to let himself fall into this sort of trap. Even were anything to remain, it is not enough to stay his hand after everything. Not when Ciri needs him. But it's still a second where he doesn't follow through with his next strike, and a second where Dean has room to retaliate. ]
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He moves to pin the demon against the wall rising behind them. His blade is in his hand to drive it through or take a head off at the shoulders. Then he falters, abrupt. If not for the distinct smell of human blood, he might not have stopped. But in combination with Dean's sudden shift in expression, he can't help hesitating.
(I came back here. I thought you could help me.)
It doesn't last long. He knows better, knows not to let himself fall into this sort of trap. Even were anything to remain, it is not enough to stay his hand after everything. Not when Ciri needs him. But it's still a second where he doesn't follow through with his next strike, and a second where Dean has room to retaliate. ]