[ Whatever burst of energy she'd managed to find to overcome the general exhaustion and defend herself, Ciri's channeled pretty much all of it into that scream. And she is, at first, heartened to see it stall the demon. The way he freezes in his tracks, clearly struggling to take another step toward her. The loud bang (Ciri flinches, unused to it still), and the splatter of red. She looks to see Geralt holding the gun, but no sooner than the relief begins to form, it all goes up in smoke again as simultaneously the demon heals and the angel goes after Geralt with a brutality that nearly makes her panic and dig her heels into Roach's sides.
Luckily, Jaskier is closer, responds faster. (And, from somewhere, the other fucking Sam also appears, so there's that.)
It's an actual motherfucking circus out here.
Panting, leaning down against Roach's neck, Ciri gets the mare to back up a few more steps, warily keeping an eye on the situation from a distance until Dean appears mostly subdued. She has no intention of getting anywhere near him again, but tries to find where Geralt's ended up, and in how many pieces. ]
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Luckily, Jaskier is closer, responds faster. (And, from somewhere, the other fucking Sam also appears, so there's that.)
It's an actual motherfucking circus out here.
Panting, leaning down against Roach's neck, Ciri gets the mare to back up a few more steps, warily keeping an eye on the situation from a distance until Dean appears mostly subdued. She has no intention of getting anywhere near him again, but tries to find where Geralt's ended up, and in how many pieces. ]