( They're suddenly and temporarily even in the broken nose department; Geralt's pommel smashes him square in the nose hard enough to not only break it, but to send splinters of bone upward in a move that would be highly dangerous to anyone of the slightly more human variety. His sword goes skittering a foot or so away, and it's a minor miracle his other hand manages to clutch onto the First Blade.
The whole thing does a good job freeing up a little space — if only because of the sheer force of it, he recoils, rising up and away a foot or two. Their legs remain tangled, threaded, hips on hips in the dirt, but it's nothing Geralt can't overcome. He earns himself the perfect opportunity to flip things in his favor before Dean can get his bearings again.
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The whole thing does a good job freeing up a little space — if only because of the sheer force of it, he recoils, rising up and away a foot or two. Their legs remain tangled, threaded, hips on hips in the dirt, but it's nothing Geralt can't overcome. He earns himself the perfect opportunity to flip things in his favor before Dean can get his bearings again.
Under his breath, a snarled: )
Son of a bitch-