[First time he think he's ever been caught. Like this, at least. Kind of nice to hear a little concern for once, instead of another dressing down by Nico. (Not that'd ever have her anywhere this close to a frost, but --)]
Oh. Hey. Hot hands. [He braces himself with a hand on Geralt's shoulder, waiting for him to wrench one of the icicles out once it's melted enough, but it sort of just. Keeps going. Until it's nothing but water running down his pants.
Cool. That's a great feeling.
Nero covers the holes in his chest with a hand, spitting blood into the snow.] Yeah. Not the worst thing I've gotten in me. Hey -- don't take that the wrong way.
[His arm on Geralt's shoulder points out his index finger. Maybe it's just because it's thoughtless. Maybe the Horizon just works when it fuckin' wants. But for the first time, Blue Rose starts to materialize in his hand --
And the final frost gives a screech as something very similiar happens to it: something goes straight through its torso, cracking ice, splattering more black blood. And as that thing dislodges itself, Nero can see over Gerlat's shoulder it's the antlers of a
-- A fucking elk.]
Oh, now you show up? I've been trying to call you for a week! Where the hell have you been?
[Yes, he's talking to the elk. Which flings blood off its antlers, regards him with a look that nearly borders pity, and runs off into the brewing snowstorm.]
Asshole. [He looks back at Geralt.] Looks like you'll live too, big man. [The holes under his stomach begin to knit together, skin and muscle healing.] Not bad with Queen. [He tips his head towards his sword.] And your first time with some real demons.
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Oh. Hey. Hot hands. [He braces himself with a hand on Geralt's shoulder, waiting for him to wrench one of the icicles out once it's melted enough, but it sort of just. Keeps going. Until it's nothing but water running down his pants.
Cool. That's a great feeling.
Nero covers the holes in his chest with a hand, spitting blood into the snow.] Yeah. Not the worst thing I've gotten in me. Hey -- don't take that the wrong way.
[His arm on Geralt's shoulder points out his index finger. Maybe it's just because it's thoughtless. Maybe the Horizon just works when it fuckin' wants. But for the first time, Blue Rose starts to materialize in his hand --
And the final frost gives a screech as something very similiar happens to it: something goes straight through its torso, cracking ice, splattering more black blood. And as that thing dislodges itself, Nero can see over Gerlat's shoulder it's the antlers of a
-- A fucking elk.]
Oh, now you show up? I've been trying to call you for a week! Where the hell have you been?
[Yes, he's talking to the elk. Which flings blood off its antlers, regards him with a look that nearly borders pity, and runs off into the brewing snowstorm.]
Asshole. [He looks back at Geralt.] Looks like you'll live too, big man. [The holes under his stomach begin to knit together, skin and muscle healing.] Not bad with Queen. [He tips his head towards his sword.] And your first time with some real demons.