[ and sam can be comfortable enough with that, he thinks. mutual respect, a level of trust. geralt knows that sam will have his back and sam doesn't have a single doubt about geralt, either. they can keep going on that path. they can keep those things level.
sam is not entirely unused to these scenarios, but it's been years since he was deployed. the in between left him dealing with universal attacks from gods of power rather than just your every day brigand or bandit, so it's possible sam is a little more tense than he needs to be. it's possible that sam needs a second to relax, just so they can stay where they are, so he can actually offer to help geralt pack, keeping one eye out to the dunes and the other on the task at hand.
it means he can see them, as they break over the ridge and down into the small area he and geralt had set up camp. it means he can see all four of them - faces covered, weapons in hand. they move slowly, wary and on edge, but no less direct - they are here for their things, sam reminds himself. just thieves, looking to make a quick buck. but the thing is, that's not the only thing sam sees, because the closer they get the more it becomes obvious that the streaks of dark across their legs, their arms, is blood.
they come to a stop and geralt turns to face them, sam finding himself back behind the witcher and just to the side enough to see around his shoulder. the one in front laughs at geralt's words, eyes turning to the other three. ]
You hear that? They're on their way. [ sam feels an edge to the words that has his hand tightening around the hilt of his practice sword, his other hand slowly edging to where he keeps his knife. ] Leave the horse and your shit, and maybe we'll let you.
[ at those words, sam feels a kind of disappointed breath leave him, knowing just about how well those terms are going to go. because it's not the stuff either of them are worried about, but the horse. sam glances to geralt - then - as if to check what he's thinking. ]
Now! [ the bandit yells, the other three at his sides starting to edge forward again. ]
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sam is not entirely unused to these scenarios, but it's been years since he was deployed. the in between left him dealing with universal attacks from gods of power rather than just your every day brigand or bandit, so it's possible sam is a little more tense than he needs to be. it's possible that sam needs a second to relax, just so they can stay where they are, so he can actually offer to help geralt pack, keeping one eye out to the dunes and the other on the task at hand.
it means he can see them, as they break over the ridge and down into the small area he and geralt had set up camp. it means he can see all four of them - faces covered, weapons in hand. they move slowly, wary and on edge, but no less direct - they are here for their things, sam reminds himself. just thieves, looking to make a quick buck. but the thing is, that's not the only thing sam sees, because the closer they get the more it becomes obvious that the streaks of dark across their legs, their arms, is blood.
they come to a stop and geralt turns to face them, sam finding himself back behind the witcher and just to the side enough to see around his shoulder. the one in front laughs at geralt's words, eyes turning to the other three. ]
You hear that? They're on their way. [ sam feels an edge to the words that has his hand tightening around the hilt of his practice sword, his other hand slowly edging to where he keeps his knife. ] Leave the horse and your shit, and maybe we'll let you.
[ at those words, sam feels a kind of disappointed breath leave him, knowing just about how well those terms are going to go. because it's not the stuff either of them are worried about, but the horse. sam glances to geralt - then - as if to check what he's thinking. ]
Now! [ the bandit yells, the other three at his sides starting to edge forward again. ]