[Not that Geralt's wrong; it's just a person thing. Anything that they don't understand. Anything that could hurt them. It's not like he was all that different himself --
Nero's head jerks up at the sound, and in a second he's on his feet. Following Geralt's lead, punching the rock in his way out of it, sliding out as ice forms underneath his boots. No. It's not forming. It's the snow, falling away, as a crevice fucking forms out of nowhere --]
Hang on! [Nero reaches back for him, skin splitting with energy as his arm reaches, stretching further than a human arm in the demonic transformation. He gribs Geralt's wrist and they fall --
Slamming into cold, hard stone so hard that even Nero is dazed. He curses, his body still feeling like it's tumbling through the air, his claws hand no longer holding Geralt. Instead scraping the stone.
He holds his head as he lifts it, looking around. It smells rank. Like sour mold and blood.] What the fuck just happened?
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[Not that Geralt's wrong; it's just a person thing. Anything that they don't understand. Anything that could hurt them. It's not like he was all that different himself --
Nero's head jerks up at the sound, and in a second he's on his feet. Following Geralt's lead, punching the rock in his way out of it, sliding out as ice forms underneath his boots. No. It's not forming. It's the snow, falling away, as a crevice fucking forms out of nowhere --]
Hang on! [Nero reaches back for him, skin splitting with energy as his arm reaches, stretching further than a human arm in the demonic transformation. He gribs Geralt's wrist and they fall --
Slamming into cold, hard stone so hard that even Nero is dazed. He curses, his body still feeling like it's tumbling through the air, his claws hand no longer holding Geralt. Instead scraping the stone.
He holds his head as he lifts it, looking around. It smells rank. Like sour mold and blood.] What the fuck just happened?