[ The tendrils wind closer, deeper into Geralt as Grigory holds the spell. Then as the Queen begins to instruct, they shift, gathering to sit touching side-by-side along his torso. They grow warm, hot as if they are melting and fusing into his skin.
As she raises her hand, Grigory frowns, squeezing his eyes more tightly shut.
The coils peal back in two directions at once, tearing open an unseen wound and providing a perfect target for Queen Ellya's due whipping. ]
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As she raises her hand, Grigory frowns, squeezing his eyes more tightly shut.
The coils peal back in two directions at once, tearing open an unseen wound and providing a perfect target for Queen Ellya's due whipping. ]