[ Wait. Nero knows these creatures? Geralt frowns, sidestepping the rush of ice piercing the rocks over his shoulder. He gives a soft irritated sound: the opposite of Nero's enthusiasm for a fight. (Is he going to have to listen to every damn pun from the boy?)
At least one of them is having a good time.
He twirls his sword, glad it spawned right for once. If Nero is confident they can be faced down, he isn't concerned. They're still in the Horizon after all. Half of the outcome is born from their minds. He lets Nero take the two left, claims the third to his right. Practicality, more than anything: he understands full well that between the two of them, Nero's got the upper hand in both experience and ability to absorb damage where these things are concerned.
He heats his blade, the steel glowing red-hot, a split second before the frost knight charges. He waits, holds, then slides along the thick powdered snow, sinking the tip of his blade from underneath and slicing across. It sends the monster stumbling—grasping the sword buried inside it before he can free it from where it's embedded. Ice crackles, frosting, turning the steel cold. Then it shatters in a way that should be impossible, spraying the air with shards of ice.
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At least one of them is having a good time.
He twirls his sword, glad it spawned right for once. If Nero is confident they can be faced down, he isn't concerned. They're still in the Horizon after all. Half of the outcome is born from their minds. He lets Nero take the two left, claims the third to his right. Practicality, more than anything: he understands full well that between the two of them, Nero's got the upper hand in both experience and ability to absorb damage where these things are concerned.
He heats his blade, the steel glowing red-hot, a split second before the frost knight charges. He waits, holds, then slides along the thick powdered snow, sinking the tip of his blade from underneath and slicing across. It sends the monster stumbling—grasping the sword buried inside it before he can free it from where it's embedded. Ice crackles, frosting, turning the steel cold. Then it shatters in a way that should be impossible, spraying the air with shards of ice.
Ah. Fuck. ]