[Two is nothing for him. Not because he's -- all right, yeah, he's overpowered in comparison to a couple of demons -- but because he's got the experience. Nero sails down to the snow with the frost underneath him, his arm turning scaled, fingers changing to claw as he grips the demon's face and slams it repeatedly into the rock hidden deep under the snow. The second one whips to the side, its tail dragging through snow behind it, and dives towards him with its claws out.
A push off the first frost's body and he flips over the claws aimed straight for his spine, grabbing the sailing frost's tail as he dodges to swing it around, repeatedly twirling it in a circle, its ice cracking more and more with every time it hits the ground. A few spins and a take this! and Nero throws one frost into its companion, both of them crashing to the ground and sliding through the snow.
Just in time for him to look over and see Geralt's sword fucking shatter.
Shit.]
Geralt! Catch! [He trusts he can. He winds his arm back, and without thinking, without planning, Red Queen forms in his demonic hand -- and he throws her straight towards Geralt, her motor somehow revving without a hand on it. Fuel lights across the blade, igniting on fire and sending sparks behind it.
One of his frosts must've gotten to its feet, because it slams back into Nero and throws him to the ground. He loses track of Geralt as power bursts across his body, triggering the demon within. Two blue wings sprout from his shoulders and grab the frost, claws digging into its shoulders, as his wings spread wider and wider, ice cracking, until the frost literally splits it two above him. Thick, black blood splatters across his face, as cold as ice.
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A push off the first frost's body and he flips over the claws aimed straight for his spine, grabbing the sailing frost's tail as he dodges to swing it around, repeatedly twirling it in a circle, its ice cracking more and more with every time it hits the ground. A few spins and a take this! and Nero throws one frost into its companion, both of them crashing to the ground and sliding through the snow.
Just in time for him to look over and see Geralt's sword fucking shatter.
Shit.]
Geralt! Catch! [He trusts he can. He winds his arm back, and without thinking, without planning, Red Queen forms in his demonic hand -- and he throws her straight towards Geralt, her motor somehow revving without a hand on it. Fuel lights across the blade, igniting on fire and sending sparks behind it.
One of his frosts must've gotten to its feet, because it slams back into Nero and throws him to the ground. He loses track of Geralt as power bursts across his body, triggering the demon within. Two blue wings sprout from his shoulders and grab the frost, claws digging into its shoulders, as his wings spread wider and wider, ice cracking, until the frost literally splits it two above him. Thick, black blood splatters across his face, as cold as ice.
Ugh. He sits up, spitting it out into the snow.]