[ The instant Steve's weight settles behind him, Geralt takes off. Goes straight down the path that led him here, hoping Steve's domain remains unchanged, that the roads haven't somehow trapped them in here. They swerve around a forest's edge, back towards the entrance and out. The wheels cross the threshold—
—and lurches. Like an unseen bump in the trail. Then they're falling, dropping; the ground rushes to meet him. He slams against a hard surface, rolling with it as best he can. The bike goes skidding off the roof—shatters with a metallic crunch and squelch far below.
For a second, he's just. Physically stunned, breath knocked out of him and a jagged pain in his arm that says he smashed it against something too sharp. His hands are bloodied from where the creature's teeth pierced his palms. They are not in Steve's domain anymore, he realizes. They're...
Oh. ] Fuck.
[ He pushes himself upright, turning to search for Steve. See if he's all right. ]
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—and lurches. Like an unseen bump in the trail. Then they're falling, dropping; the ground rushes to meet him. He slams against a hard surface, rolling with it as best he can. The bike goes skidding off the roof—shatters with a metallic crunch and squelch far below.
For a second, he's just. Physically stunned, breath knocked out of him and a jagged pain in his arm that says he smashed it against something too sharp. His hands are bloodied from where the creature's teeth pierced his palms. They are not in Steve's domain anymore, he realizes. They're...
Oh. ] Fuck.
[ He pushes himself upright, turning to search for Steve. See if he's all right. ]