[Any other hand might not be attached to an arm right now, but he knows it's Geralt before he even says anything. An aura, maybe. While he's got a lot of questions why Geralt knows this guy -- and apparently they recognize each other through the masks -- the Witcher is still about the only person who could make him pause.] Tch. Fine. [Nero shakes out his hands as the flames sink into nothing, his skin remarkably unharmed.
It'd be real great if he could actually control that.
Nero gives a glance to Rocket on his shoulder, then rolls his eyes at the caped wizard. He gives Mothman one final standing show of his middle finger and steps back, leaving the shimmering shield between them.] Later it is, then.
[Yeah, that's a whole new grudge goin' on the list. And who the fuck is that guy, anyway? Why should he even have an inkling of what he is?
Nero moves back with Geralt, holding up a fist to Rocket on his shoulder. Now that he's not seeing red as much, he can recognize what the creepy human-masked shit did. And this was after they weren't exactly warm and fuzzy with each other.] Thanks, Rocket.
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It'd be real great if he could actually control that.
Nero gives a glance to Rocket on his shoulder, then rolls his eyes at the caped wizard. He gives Mothman one final standing show of his middle finger and steps back, leaving the shimmering shield between them.] Later it is, then.
[Yeah, that's a whole new grudge goin' on the list. And who the fuck is that guy, anyway? Why should he even have an inkling of what he is?
Nero moves back with Geralt, holding up a fist to Rocket on his shoulder. Now that he's not seeing red as much, he can recognize what the creepy human-masked shit did. And this was after they weren't exactly warm and fuzzy with each other.] Thanks, Rocket.