[ The rough winds make holding his ground difficult; he can hardly fucking see, but he can hear the whistle of the shield as it slices through the air. The magic it emanates makes his medallion thrum lightly, and it is the first time Geralt realizes that Steve is using a spell to guide it across the distance.
The wyvern reels. It spins before gaining control, though not enough as its one wing desperately tries to fight the gale. Lightning sparks above.
He stays put, almost as if he didn't hear Steve. He plants his feet, watching its shadow loom over him as it descends. The span of its wings blocks some of the dust; he can glimpse where the bones have snapped in its fragile limbs and the shape of its belly tells him it is a she with new hatchlings for the spring. That must be why she's emerged to hunt despite the storm. To feed her young. There isn't much they can do; her wing is already broken, and she will not survive long one way or another in this weather.
So he gives it no further thought. He lets her swoop down to land, ducking out at the last instant with his sword drawn, narrowly avoiding a sharp black talon. The wyvern pierces herself atop his blade. Her abdomen splits tail to throat, and she skids across the sand, crashing against the overhang Steve has taken cover behind. ]
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The wyvern reels. It spins before gaining control, though not enough as its one wing desperately tries to fight the gale. Lightning sparks above.
He stays put, almost as if he didn't hear Steve. He plants his feet, watching its shadow loom over him as it descends. The span of its wings blocks some of the dust; he can glimpse where the bones have snapped in its fragile limbs and the shape of its belly tells him it is a she with new hatchlings for the spring. That must be why she's emerged to hunt despite the storm. To feed her young. There isn't much they can do; her wing is already broken, and she will not survive long one way or another in this weather.
So he gives it no further thought. He lets her swoop down to land, ducking out at the last instant with his sword drawn, narrowly avoiding a sharp black talon. The wyvern pierces herself atop his blade. Her abdomen splits tail to throat, and she skids across the sand, crashing against the overhang Steve has taken cover behind. ]