[ His sword clatters from the impact, just out of reach. Snapping jaws aim for his face. He guards with his arm, lets teeth latch onto that instead. They dig deep, a white-hot flare that sinks into the bone. Claws pierce his side and rip downward—and then the thing reels backwards with a rattling cry. Dean's there, bloodstained weapon in hand. Geralt wastes no time shoving the creature off entirely.
A sharp, ragged pain shoots up his ribs. His side is sticky, wet. Like Dean, his focus is stolen by the shout. Even as he rolls to his knees, the creature darting away to recover, he's twisting around to the source. Is that—? The fuck. There's no room for this. For disruptions. They're surrounded, both of them nursing wounds, and more are pouring in.
That's no one's brother. Not an ounce of doubt in his mind. If he's wrong, he's wrong, but the time for hesitation and evaluating has long passed.
The voice says stop. Geralt doesn't stop. He tackles the nearest corrupted form. Pins it down by the hand with his dagger and jerks one of its elongated limbs, hard. The snap crackles through the air, bone splintering in half and right through the flesh. ]
Dean. [ Shit. Deep down, he knows. He knows this isn't good. That the second Dean's attention slipped, they've lost what little ground they've gained. ]
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A sharp, ragged pain shoots up his ribs. His side is sticky, wet. Like Dean, his focus is stolen by the shout. Even as he rolls to his knees, the creature darting away to recover, he's twisting around to the source. Is that—? The fuck. There's no room for this. For disruptions. They're surrounded, both of them nursing wounds, and more are pouring in.
That's no one's brother. Not an ounce of doubt in his mind. If he's wrong, he's wrong, but the time for hesitation and evaluating has long passed.
The voice says stop. Geralt doesn't stop. He tackles the nearest corrupted form. Pins it down by the hand with his dagger and jerks one of its elongated limbs, hard. The snap crackles through the air, bone splintering in half and right through the flesh. ]
Dean. [ Shit. Deep down, he knows. He knows this isn't good. That the second Dean's attention slipped, they've lost what little ground they've gained. ]