[ he has the second bottle out and is trying to light the fabric, because as well as geralt can look at this situation and know not to split his focus, steve does not. he keeps glancing to where geralt has not started running, sees how very much instead of leaving, he actually gets off his bike and pulls out his sword. steve wonders if he should tell him it's not worth it, they can't beat this thing, but then the mind flayer actually starts towards them and steve realizes he needs to focus on the cocktail in his hand.
which he does - he lights it up and tosses it, this time the fire sparking out in what ends up looking more like fireworks this time, the flames spreading out across its neck and shoulder. this time the effect has the mind flayer stumbling, rearing back for a moment, and it gives steve enough time to pull out his bat. to see geralt running forward and shit shit, okay, well, here they go.
one of the demodogs lunges at him, a faster one or maybe one that had just materialized closer. steve lands a single hit directly to it's not-face and starts running. there's too much happening for steve to follow, dogs coming out from under the mind flayer, from the woods around them. he hits one, and then another, nearly stumbling as he jumps over a particularly large vine.
it's probably right when geralt is wondering where steve got up to that he'll hear the damp crunch of steve's bat making contact with another of the dogs, right as steve comes to a stop from behind where geralt had been standing. he's breathing hard, both hands wrapped around the bat as his eyes are up to the metal roof, watching more of the dogs make their ways towards them. ] You can't kill it. [ he says, even as his eyes don't quite leave the approaching creatures. ] We have to get out of here.
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which he does - he lights it up and tosses it, this time the fire sparking out in what ends up looking more like fireworks this time, the flames spreading out across its neck and shoulder. this time the effect has the mind flayer stumbling, rearing back for a moment, and it gives steve enough time to pull out his bat. to see geralt running forward and shit shit, okay, well, here they go.
one of the demodogs lunges at him, a faster one or maybe one that had just materialized closer. steve lands a single hit directly to it's not-face and starts running. there's too much happening for steve to follow, dogs coming out from under the mind flayer, from the woods around them. he hits one, and then another, nearly stumbling as he jumps over a particularly large vine.
it's probably right when geralt is wondering where steve got up to that he'll hear the damp crunch of steve's bat making contact with another of the dogs, right as steve comes to a stop from behind where geralt had been standing. he's breathing hard, both hands wrapped around the bat as his eyes are up to the metal roof, watching more of the dogs make their ways towards them. ] You can't kill it. [ he says, even as his eyes don't quite leave the approaching creatures. ] We have to get out of here.