❝ Geralt! You can’t just–! I’m trying to help! ❞ Granted, he wasn’t being that helpful he was throwing rocks at a griffin that was flying above his head screeching like it wasn’t terrifying enough just being silent. So the shove was probably deserved, he probably should have stayed back and just–sat on his ass while Geralt did his–witchering thingy that he always did. But the man was already hurt, before they stumbled upon the Griffin that wouldn’t take his I only hunt for contract as answer. Honestly, Geralt was probably just pissed it stole his coin bag from his hip and Jaskier probably would be too.
But the man was injured, bleeding pretty bad even with his mutated healing ability. Jaskier could tell he was tired, falling over, making poor mistakes so the Poet had just wanted to help. He had grabbed what he could, chucked it at the damned bird and drew it’s attention. Which, aside from the internal panic and screaming was pretty much exactly what he wanted. And that was when a solid hand hit his chest, shoved him a good foot and into a tree.
Again, deserved probably, but it didn’t make him less pissed.
❝ Have you by chance short of a marble? It’s going to rip your head off! You already took down an entire hoard of Drowners, a dragon and on the way here decided to save a woman and her child by murdering a Werewolf that was attempting to eat them! You’re drained Geralt! You have a death wish! So for once in your life–ow! ❞ He sat on something trying to get up, head dizzy from hitting the tree. He blinked the fuzz from his vision, fingers curling around the wood of a bow that had been discarded from whatever lunch the griffin was slowly torturing and killing before they got here.
Elvin in design, a strong string, so that identified the remains of it’s victim Geralt had stumbled upon. Jaskier hadn’t used a bow in about ten years, perhaps longer considering it was before his university days. Taught under the strict eye of the teachers his Uncle had hired, he had been decent with it, no means good. But even an off aim was a good shot against a Griffin if it took it from the sky and closer to Geralt.
Standing from his place on the ground Jaskier grabbed one of the arrows from the tree and placed the base of it against the string. He was just a little rusty, probably, but if he shot it somewhere that might be good enough. Taking a breath in he pulled the arrow back, pointed the bow toward the sky where the Griffin was and aimed.
When his breath released the arrow shot into the sky and missed. Of course it did, he was rusty, but he still managed to nick the creatures wing. He’d been aiming for the head. It fell from the sky like a heavy boulder, sliding into the ground as Jaskier blinked surprised. Both at himself and the fact the arrow hit.
❝ Ha! Look at that! See what I did? ❞ He grinned so wide his face might break, hands proudly placed on his hips. ❝ And that my friend is why you accept help. Imagine the Ballad I shall write! ❞
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𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼 // 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
It was almost at the moment that Geralt had shoved him back and out of the way of danger , Jaskier couldn’t possibly help in a moment like this besides pissing it off right ? Geralt had been bloodied , bruised , in fact like Jaskier had assumed ; THE WITCHER HAD A DEATH WISH . fingers squeeze the hilt of his blade as she shoots a faint glare towards the bard out of ANGER for that damn griffin but annoyance towards the bard for stepping in , Geralt doesn’t want him injured.
Ducking from the griffin , it flew by low and nicked the back of his neck taking out quite a bit - blood began to pour from wound , fingers quickly rip off a cloth and wrap it tighter around neck . Steps are taken , sword swinging almost FANCILY but teetering on erratic due to his loss of blood , fuzziness & all around had himself nearly beaten .
A screech emits as a arrow had nicked its wing JUST enough for it to be grounded , a loud gloating & boasting Jaskier can be heard however the wticher attempted to ignore it racing forward . Steps were heavy , not in sync as they normally were ; geralt is exhausted , he couldn’t possibly keep this up . Left , right , left right - / COME ON , lift your arms COME ON !! / a almost inhuman GROWL vibrates from the ivory haired mans throat ------- silvered blade slams down immediately decapitating the bird .
Exhaustion sets in as he throws his blade to the side , body toppling over sideways . that fucking bird , Geralt things over & over again . Falling upon dirt & rock staring up towards the sky as he just needed to catch his breath . “ JASKIER . your idea of throwing rocks at a griffin was shit . “ vocals breathe out in a harsh manner . “ your arrow was better . DO THAT SOONER NEXT TIME . “ a compliment.
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