[ Why is it every time he discovers some new monstrosity, it's when he's on a hunt with Dean?
The monster twists to its feet, rusted joints squealing. Geralt grasps the offered hand. He pays little mind to Jaskier behind him; they've done this a thousand times, and the bard is well capable of taking cover.
His eyes are fixed on the creature—how it doesn't slow or stop. Not even its painfully awkward movements deter it. What is it? Some sort of magic sustaining it? In the machinery?
As it barrels forward, Geralt steps in to meet it. He slams his shoulder into its withered body. The second it topples backwards, he drives his sword through its midsection, staking it to the ground. Another terrible gurgle rips from its throat.
Bony limbs flail. The spike catches his arm, tearing down the length of it. This close, he can smell it again. An unnatural odour he recognizes, but could not name. Sharp and acrid; now mixed with his blood dripping. He tightens his grip on the creature—keeping it pinned so Dean can strike. They're both thinking the same thing, he expects: even a monster incapable of feeling pain can't go far if it's in pieces.
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The monster twists to its feet, rusted joints squealing. Geralt grasps the offered hand. He pays little mind to Jaskier behind him; they've done this a thousand times, and the bard is well capable of taking cover.
His eyes are fixed on the creature—how it doesn't slow or stop. Not even its painfully awkward movements deter it. What is it? Some sort of magic sustaining it? In the machinery?
As it barrels forward, Geralt steps in to meet it. He slams his shoulder into its withered body. The second it topples backwards, he drives his sword through its midsection, staking it to the ground. Another terrible gurgle rips from its throat.
Bony limbs flail. The spike catches his arm, tearing down the length of it. This close, he can smell it again. An unnatural odour he recognizes, but could not name. Sharp and acrid; now mixed with his blood dripping. He tightens his grip on the creature—keeping it pinned so Dean can strike. They're both thinking the same thing, he expects: even a monster incapable of feeling pain can't go far if it's in pieces.
Head might be a place to start. ]