[ Sam looks at him and Geralt only looks back. His expression is no less unyielding, even if his stance is equally casual. Is he surprised? No. Can't say he is. Sam moves through the world like he's the only knight it has and while Geralt doesn't exactly find fault with him for doing so (he wonders, sometimes, what it's like to have that conviction), it also has no place when swords are drawn.

He shifts around and places his hands on Sam's hips, readjusting his stance until he's aligned, and his spine not bearing the brunt of any weight that might come down. ]

Most think surviving lies in how you parry. Moving out of a strike holds more value. You watch the feet for that. [ He fixes the grip Sam has around the hilt. ] And you aim to end the encounter within seconds.

[ Which, you know. Doesn't involve thrusting a sword in ways that won't do much to stop a man for good. ]