[ it's definitely grown, and as geralt gets to his feet, steve takes slow steps away from it, adjusting his grip on the bat over and over again. he can take a bunch of these dogs, he's done that multiple times before, but the big thing? the creature that is very much still on its feet? that is somehow getting bigger and bigger and bigger. fear riles up in steve's gut, but he grinds down on his teeth to keep it held in.
throw another geralt's voice is rough but firm, authoritative, and steve feels himself immediately looking to follow. his eyes go from the creatures slowly approaching around him, then quickly glance to geralt, as if making sure. but he's already focused on his bike, on getting it up on its wheels, and while steve considers if it's worth it to put down his weapon to light another- ]
Oh, fuck it. [ he whispers to himself, and in quick succession he drops his bat and is pulling out another molotov cocktail, pulling out his lighter, trying to very quickly get this lit even as the dogs start howling, make a move to pounce towards them, but-
the streak of white nearly has steve stumbling over himself, nearly dropping the bomb, but he doesn't. he won't. the white wolf snarls, knocking the closest of the dogs off its legs and taking the attention away from steve and geralt which is...actually, very very helpful. steve comes back to the topic at hand, lights the fabric at the top of the cocktail, and winds up, taking a few steps and launching it as far as he can towards what steve has always assumed is its head. almost simultaneously, geralt says get on and steve is bending down to pick up his bat, rushing over to the back of the bike and climbing on behind geralt without even a second thought with his bat in one hand, bag over his shoulder, steve's eyes are on the mind flayer, watching it rear back from the massive spread of flame. ]
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throw another geralt's voice is rough but firm, authoritative, and steve feels himself immediately looking to follow. his eyes go from the creatures slowly approaching around him, then quickly glance to geralt, as if making sure. but he's already focused on his bike, on getting it up on its wheels, and while steve considers if it's worth it to put down his weapon to light another- ]
Oh, fuck it. [ he whispers to himself, and in quick succession he drops his bat and is pulling out another molotov cocktail, pulling out his lighter, trying to very quickly get this lit even as the dogs start howling, make a move to pounce towards them, but-
the streak of white nearly has steve stumbling over himself, nearly dropping the bomb, but he doesn't. he won't. the white wolf snarls, knocking the closest of the dogs off its legs and taking the attention away from steve and geralt which is...actually, very very helpful. steve comes back to the topic at hand, lights the fabric at the top of the cocktail, and winds up, taking a few steps and launching it as far as he can towards what steve has always assumed is its head. almost simultaneously, geralt says get on and steve is bending down to pick up his bat, rushing over to the back of the bike and climbing on behind geralt without even a second thought with his bat in one hand, bag over his shoulder, steve's eyes are on the mind flayer, watching it rear back from the massive spread of flame. ]
Go, go, go!