[ Two bodies hit the ground in the space of five seconds; the other two would've followed in another five were he alone. He isn't, though. There's Sam, and Geralt finds his attention split for an instant. (This is exactly why he travels alone.)
The man Sam's sent to the ground is getting to his feet, and doesn't make it before blood is spurting. He's not the one Geralt's got his eyes on—that's for whoever has Sam pinned. He hears struggling, sees the flash of a dagger. He closes the distance in three steps. The blade pierces straight into the back of the bandit's skull and out through his throat. There's a twist as he yanks his sword out, shoving the body aside and kicking the dagger out of reach.
Fuck.
He bends down to offer Sam a hand up. Geralt's got blood on him, but none of it's his. A frown draws his brows together and it's clear all of his concern is for Sam and not the corpses in the sand. As far as he's concerned, they should've walked on by and they hadn't. And he doubts they thought twice before murdering a child. He knows the type; they're not men he cares to spare a second thought for.
(In the back of his mind, though, he realizes he isn't sure how Sam will take it. Not that it should matter.) ]
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The man Sam's sent to the ground is getting to his feet, and doesn't make it before blood is spurting. He's not the one Geralt's got his eyes on—that's for whoever has Sam pinned. He hears struggling, sees the flash of a dagger. He closes the distance in three steps. The blade pierces straight into the back of the bandit's skull and out through his throat. There's a twist as he yanks his sword out, shoving the body aside and kicking the dagger out of reach.
Fuck.
He bends down to offer Sam a hand up. Geralt's got blood on him, but none of it's his. A frown draws his brows together and it's clear all of his concern is for Sam and not the corpses in the sand. As far as he's concerned, they should've walked on by and they hadn't. And he doubts they thought twice before murdering a child. He knows the type; they're not men he cares to spare a second thought for.
(In the back of his mind, though, he realizes he isn't sure how Sam will take it. Not that it should matter.) ]
Are you hurt?