( That's all he needs. That fleeting hesitation, that's all it takes for his joints to pop back into socket, for bone to meld, for muscles to mend.
Humans, Witchers, whatever. They're both the same, they both have the same weakness. Big, stupid hearts with big, stupid feelings.
He grins wickedly, and then launches himself forward, tackling Geralt to the ground. That's the thing about swords; up this close, they're hard to swing. Hard to get momentum. Hard to get leverage. His best bet is to work the floor game, grapple the son of a bitch long enough to shove this cursed dagger through neck or heart or head and be done with it. )
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Humans, Witchers, whatever. They're both the same, they both have the same weakness. Big, stupid hearts with big, stupid feelings.
He grins wickedly, and then launches himself forward, tackling Geralt to the ground. That's the thing about swords; up this close, they're hard to swing. Hard to get momentum. Hard to get leverage. His best bet is to work the floor game, grapple the son of a bitch long enough to shove this cursed dagger through neck or heart or head and be done with it. )