[ The flash of magic bounces off his shield. Instinct. And because he already knows Istredd hasn't any real intention to harm him; they've had their tensions, in the past, but Geralt seldom takes things to blows with any seriousness—unless he means to finish the job.
Which has never been the case between he and Istredd.
He's already mounted his horse. Only Istredd's sudden stumble makes him pause. He turns Roach around. His gaze is sharp, penetrating. Istredd is not the first. By now, he recognizes the signs.
He sighs. Fuck. All of this—it's fucking chaos. ]
I'm not trying to hurt you. But I can't stay. When you see, you'll understand.
[ He steers Roach eastward, urging her into a gallop as the sky splinters like glass. ]
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Which has never been the case between he and Istredd.
He's already mounted his horse. Only Istredd's sudden stumble makes him pause. He turns Roach around. His gaze is sharp, penetrating. Istredd is not the first. By now, he recognizes the signs.
He sighs. Fuck. All of this—it's fucking chaos. ]
I'm not trying to hurt you. But I can't stay. When you see, you'll understand.
[ He steers Roach eastward, urging her into a gallop as the sky splinters like glass. ]