So- for starters, gross. And, after that, gross. She'd already taken a few steps back from the smell, let alone the sight of it. Which gave her enough distance to run away more when monsters are thrown toward her location. Which given she came from the horses is a bad direction to throw monsters.
She kept backing away as Geralt stalked on the monsters. Which- you know, fucking terrifying. She figured it would be, but figuring and seeing were, you know. Not the same. But she wasn't looking away because turning your back on monsters was bad in movies. Her last steps away from Geralt's killing blow involved tripping over some rocks behind her feet. "Shit, fuck."
She didn't get guts on her boots. That's the extent of blessing on this.
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She kept backing away as Geralt stalked on the monsters. Which- you know, fucking terrifying. She figured it would be, but figuring and seeing were, you know. Not the same. But she wasn't looking away because turning your back on monsters was bad in movies. Her last steps away from Geralt's killing blow involved tripping over some rocks behind her feet. "Shit, fuck."
She didn't get guts on her boots. That's the extent of blessing on this.