[Jaskier sits up with a groan, his head spinning. Fuck. Fuck, fuck. It feels like something in his chest has cracked, like he's been hit full-on by a runaway carriage. Another monster. But this one isn't dead; no, that head was very much alive, the eyes that caught him in the dark like something to be annoyed by.
He flinches. The sound of a blade entering a man's skull is indescribable. He stumbles to his feet, coughing, catching himself on his cloak and nearly tripping on it.
His knife. Fuck.]
No! Fuck off! [He's a witch, gods damn it all, and he will not leave his Bonded to be attacked alone. Who the fuck knows why! But he can tell this isn't some petty squabble. Geralt does not kill for nothing. There is no hint of feral wildness in his eyes. When he nearly tore Jaskier's arm off, it was like his friend wasn't there at all.
Jaskier's fingertips glow as he shoots out a hand, growling Elder under his breath. His latest spell. He pushes it into the witch that's coming behind Geralt, heating him underneath his skin. And heating. And heating --
Until the witch drops his sword with a clatter. The one that almost went into Geralt's back.] Behind you!
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He flinches. The sound of a blade entering a man's skull is indescribable. He stumbles to his feet, coughing, catching himself on his cloak and nearly tripping on it.
His knife. Fuck.]
No! Fuck off! [He's a witch, gods damn it all, and he will not leave his Bonded to be attacked alone. Who the fuck knows why! But he can tell this isn't some petty squabble. Geralt does not kill for nothing. There is no hint of feral wildness in his eyes. When he nearly tore Jaskier's arm off, it was like his friend wasn't there at all.
Jaskier's fingertips glow as he shoots out a hand, growling Elder under his breath. His latest spell. He pushes it into the witch that's coming behind Geralt, heating him underneath his skin. And heating. And heating --
Until the witch drops his sword with a clatter. The one that almost went into Geralt's back.] Behind you!