[ Unfortunately for Ciri, she knows that her own limitations are going to hit before the demon's -- if it has any. She's already not at her best, tired and dehydrated, having all-too-recently gone through the weeks of captivity, near-starvation and fucked-up rituals. On a good day, she can get four or five short jumps in a row before needing to recharge for at least a couple of minutes. Today is not a good day.
Before Ciri can blink out of the way again, the jagged rock outcropping by her head explodes with a thunderous bang, showering her with debris.
This will have to be enough.
The demon thinks this is an escape attempt; it's not. She knows she can't get far enough like this, after her attempt at portalling away for good had failed so thoroughly. No, her main plan was always to leave as many clues for Geralt as possible, and keep relying on him -- considering there's pretty much nothing else she can do.
The threats barely register. Her focus is on her surroundings. Ciri grabs the side of the now-broken large rock, using the sharp edge to slice open her palm, smearing blood along its side. It might look like she stumbled, startled by the gunshot, grabbing the rock for support.
She doesn't respond, but neither does she move again.
As the demon approaches, Ciri palms a rock shard, and at the same time sends Geralt a flurry of disjointed messages containing only descriptions of what she can see around them before Dean puts the blindfold back on. ]
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Before Ciri can blink out of the way again, the jagged rock outcropping by her head explodes with a thunderous bang, showering her with debris.
This will have to be enough.
The demon thinks this is an escape attempt; it's not. She knows she can't get far enough like this, after her attempt at portalling away for good had failed so thoroughly. No, her main plan was always to leave as many clues for Geralt as possible, and keep relying on him -- considering there's pretty much nothing else she can do.
The threats barely register. Her focus is on her surroundings. Ciri grabs the side of the now-broken large rock, using the sharp edge to slice open her palm, smearing blood along its side. It might look like she stumbled, startled by the gunshot, grabbing the rock for support.
She doesn't respond, but neither does she move again.
As the demon approaches, Ciri palms a rock shard, and at the same time sends Geralt a flurry of disjointed messages containing only descriptions of what she can see around them before Dean puts the blindfold back on. ]