[ Geralt uses another shield, forcing the mist back, spread further and further - lightening quick, disassembling the particles that make up a shapeshifter's core mass. When it finally snaps he rolls to one side, landing on his feet and moving back into the darkness, boots crushing charred remains of marsupials and plants. He can see no problem, even intangible mist.
The vampire morphs into physical form again to charge him in the dark, but this time it feints out of the way of Geralt's sword. It goes to mist, passing him, shifting in the blink of an eye behind him, aiming horrible claws at his back-- which get blocked, somewhat hilariously, by the second, sheathed sword there. (Witchers, man.) Geralt turns and slices, rending halfway through the vampire's shoulder, all the way to the base of its throat, an almost-literally ear-splitting shriek sounding before it collapses in a whirl of sand, stuttering incorporeal, trying to heal itself and get away and look for an opening all at once.
Instinctively, Geralt tries to cast yrden to trap it, but all that happens is an unhelpful, purple light show, which inexplicably causes a small pebble to explode. Geralt swears and slams his heel into a small whirl of sand, and the entire pile flinches and slithers away from him. ]
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The vampire morphs into physical form again to charge him in the dark, but this time it feints out of the way of Geralt's sword. It goes to mist, passing him, shifting in the blink of an eye behind him, aiming horrible claws at his back-- which get blocked, somewhat hilariously, by the second, sheathed sword there. (Witchers, man.) Geralt turns and slices, rending halfway through the vampire's shoulder, all the way to the base of its throat, an almost-literally ear-splitting shriek sounding before it collapses in a whirl of sand, stuttering incorporeal, trying to heal itself and get away and look for an opening all at once.
Instinctively, Geralt tries to cast yrden to trap it, but all that happens is an unhelpful, purple light show, which inexplicably causes a small pebble to explode. Geralt swears and slams his heel into a small whirl of sand, and the entire pile flinches and slithers away from him. ]
C'mon you motherfucker, [ he mutters at it. ]