[ Istredd is genuinely surprised when Geralt hits him despite not really knowing how else this conflict is going to go. They could keep shoving each other but neither of them seem inclined to back down. Still, he's never had a fight with another god, especially not a friend, and it rocks him emotionally more than physically. It would require a much harder hit to actually hurt him, but he doesn't give Geralt the wounded dog look that he feels in his gut.
Instead by instinct he reaches for magic and throws it Geralt, but the strange part is that he doesn't use god magic. It doesn't fling Geralt as far as it could were he using divinity either. This is a telekinesis throw and one a human mage would use, not the Herald of Forbidden Knowledge. At most, it would be the kind of thing to have him stumble back.
Into a group of confused mages, who only push Geralt back up and toward Istredd. He recognizes their faces but in a fuzzy way. He thinks he sees a redhead who feels familiar. Moments before, Geralt's fingers in his shirt, pulling him close. Follow my lead. ]
What the fuck. [ This is said mostly shakily to himself, the glow in his eyes going out and then coming back, a few times, like the blinking of light.
Fire and blood, screaming everywhere, arrows rain down. He uses telekinesis to slice a man's throat open with his own sword.
He shakes his head like that would clear it. In the sky above them, another crack forms. Istredd doesn't understand how a single strike could do that, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at Geralt. ] What did you do?
SORRY I MOVED TO PROSE FOR NO REASON
Instead by instinct he reaches for magic and throws it Geralt, but the strange part is that he doesn't use god magic. It doesn't fling Geralt as far as it could were he using divinity either. This is a telekinesis throw and one a human mage would use, not the Herald of Forbidden Knowledge. At most, it would be the kind of thing to have him stumble back.
Into a group of confused mages, who only push Geralt back up and toward Istredd. He recognizes their faces but in a fuzzy way. He thinks he sees a redhead who feels familiar. Moments before, Geralt's fingers in his shirt, pulling him close. Follow my lead. ]
What the fuck. [ This is said mostly shakily to himself, the glow in his eyes going out and then coming back, a few times, like the blinking of light.
Fire and blood, screaming everywhere, arrows rain down. He uses telekinesis to slice a man's throat open with his own sword.
He shakes his head like that would clear it. In the sky above them, another crack forms. Istredd doesn't understand how a single strike could do that, eyebrows furrowing as he looks at Geralt. ] What did you do?