( Hurling a blade at Geralt Jr. wasn't too big of a feat — the target was huge. If he'd missed it, frankly he wouldn't deserve to be out there.
Good news for Mr. Nobody Can Keep Up over there, though; Geralt may outpace him in strength and stamina and sheer badassery and leather pants, but knife throwing doesn't take magic. They're on pretty even ground.
He flips the knife again, handle-out this time, the blade between his fingers.
One smooth flick later, and it thunks into the wood directly beside Geralt's. Just a few centimeters off from even.
It's followed by a look and a (maybe somewhat a little cocky) shrug.
Yep, they're gonna need to spice this up, or get a hell of a lot more drunk. The latter of which... still might not do it, considering how much practice he has drinking and hunting. )
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Good news for Mr. Nobody Can Keep Up over there, though; Geralt may outpace him in strength and stamina and sheer badassery and leather pants, but knife throwing doesn't take magic. They're on pretty even ground.
He flips the knife again, handle-out this time, the blade between his fingers.
One smooth flick later, and it thunks into the wood directly beside Geralt's. Just a few centimeters off from even.
It's followed by a look and a (maybe somewhat a little cocky) shrug.
Yep, they're gonna need to spice this up, or get a hell of a lot more drunk. The latter of which... still might not do it, considering how much practice he has drinking and hunting. )