[ The force of their blades crashing sends pain singing up her arms, jarring her shoulders. She'd hurtled into him with the momentum of her leap and gravity combined, right into the momentum of his sword, and the clash lasts only one ringing moment before it shoves them apart just as hard as they'd collided.
In the space of that moment, Ciri sees with a surge of relief -- and no small amount of satisfaction and perhaps even pride -- that Jakier has rallied his plants around him again and gone back on the offensive. She lands beside him, stumbling only a little, out of breath with the shock of what she'd done (how close it'd been).
The bandit screams. ]
Jaskier! Are you hurt?
[ She shouts over the bandit's agony, uncaring. Her blade has already found the man's throat, her boot his sword arm, grinding heel into wrist as he folds in on himself, trapped by Jaskier's crushing vines.
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In the space of that moment, Ciri sees with a surge of relief -- and no small amount of satisfaction and perhaps even pride -- that Jakier has rallied his plants around him again and gone back on the offensive. She lands beside him, stumbling only a little, out of breath with the shock of what she'd done (how close it'd been).
The bandit screams. ]
Jaskier! Are you hurt?
[ She shouts over the bandit's agony, uncaring. Her blade has already found the man's throat, her boot his sword arm, grinding heel into wrist as he folds in on himself, trapped by Jaskier's crushing vines.
This time, she doesn't take the kill. ]
Where did you find that sword? Here?
How long ago? Tell me!