[ typically, geralt's a bit more graceful than the mass of flailing limbs cas watches careen over his head, but everyone has off days. too long spent puzzled over the witcher's haphazard flight and cas has to make an abrupt jerk to the side to narrowly avoid a leg stabbing down at him.
scrambling to his feet, he dashes to keep up with the gap left behind geralt, before spiders and spider adjacent creatures swarm in between them. soon, through the heavy fog, a warm, amber glow rises, and cas recognizes it as the reinforcements they're headed for. ]
There! Follow the torchlight!
[ he calls out, just before a surprised shout of pain. he hadn't been make as much progress ahead of the swarm as he'd thought, and a centaur-spider leaves a gash down his back. the angel slows, stumbles, and throws another, clumsier, blast of telekinetic energy behind him, scattering some few spiders, but not enough. ]
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scrambling to his feet, he dashes to keep up with the gap left behind geralt, before spiders and spider adjacent creatures swarm in between them. soon, through the heavy fog, a warm, amber glow rises, and cas recognizes it as the reinforcements they're headed for. ]
There! Follow the torchlight!
[ he calls out, just before a surprised shout of pain. he hadn't been make as much progress ahead of the swarm as he'd thought, and a centaur-spider leaves a gash down his back. the angel slows, stumbles, and throws another, clumsier, blast of telekinetic energy behind him, scattering some few spiders, but not enough. ]