He hasn't got time for this. Even Istredd's flicker of uncertainty does not stay his hand, in part because he no longer has a mind to pay attention. He needs to find Yen before it's too late, Istredd is in his fucking way, and there's no talking sense into him.
He can come back for Istredd later. Or perhaps Yennefer will, or Jaskier—he doesn't know. One thing at a time.
When Istredd once more refuses to budge, Geralt simply. Sighs. And then hits him, a strike he knows will hardly bruise given what they are. (Believe they are. However this shit is working.) But his point is made, and he sidesteps the mage without another word, reaching for his horse's saddle. ]
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He hasn't got time for this. Even Istredd's flicker of uncertainty does not stay his hand, in part because he no longer has a mind to pay attention. He needs to find Yen before it's too late, Istredd is in his fucking way, and there's no talking sense into him.
He can come back for Istredd later. Or perhaps Yennefer will, or Jaskier—he doesn't know. One thing at a time.
When Istredd once more refuses to budge, Geralt simply. Sighs. And then hits him, a strike he knows will hardly bruise given what they are. (Believe they are. However this shit is working.) But his point is made, and he sidesteps the mage without another word, reaching for his horse's saddle. ]