[ Rocket may not wish to make the sacrifice, and nor does Geralt, but he has got something that can be sacrificed and that is the slithering snake upon the ground. He snatches one just under its jaws, then tosses it gently towards a blinking "mine." The lights flash quicker. Then a hum and a hiss.
The snake does not become bits. There is also no net. Instead, it's a puff. The snake does not move, though...he doesn't think it's dead.
He steps closer now that the device has been triggered. Hm. What is such a piece of machinery doing in the Feywilds? Last time he was here, there were no machines at all, not even the sort that might be seen in the Free Cities.
Another step. He pauses. By the snake, face-down on the mossy ground is— ]
Peter? Peter.
[ Shit. He crouches down and gives the boy a shake. They don't know each other well, but he does recognize him. ]
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The snake does not become bits. There is also no net. Instead, it's a puff. The snake does not move, though...he doesn't think it's dead.
He steps closer now that the device has been triggered. Hm. What is such a piece of machinery doing in the Feywilds? Last time he was here, there were no machines at all, not even the sort that might be seen in the Free Cities.
Another step. He pauses. By the snake, face-down on the mossy ground is— ]
Peter? Peter.
[ Shit. He crouches down and gives the boy a shake. They don't know each other well, but he does recognize him. ]