whatever geralt had expected to get out of this fight , he knew , a split second before it happened , he wasn’t going to get . one moment , he threw himself upon both his attackers , caring only that he get out of the this place before the barrier of magic that trapped him here could send out another searing spark at his back another moment , and philippa’s magic crackled . he heard the deep hum of a portal and then he was blinded , his wide , potion-laced pupils unable to take the light .
at once , he was thrown against the wall , the crack of his skull resounding around the large alcove . he slid to the floor in a heap . ❛ ugh . ❜ his head pounded from the impact . he could hear no other footsteps but philippa's . wonderful . ❛ didn’t need any of your pretty magic . ❜
@martyrshe . ‘ easy magic is pretty . great magic requires that you trouble the waters . ’ / hello!
❛ do you know , philippa , ❜ said the witcher , as he sat up , dizzy , and leaned forward over his thighs to lift at his slashed trousers , tugging them away from his calf . blood still oozed the gash . he couldn’t feel it . ❛ i’m beginning to tire of your great magic . it is one thing to wield your magic for some grand scheme which requires sacrifices to be made . it is another to flaunt a grand spell simply to trouble circumstances . did you know that there are , say , better options for stopping certain targets from reporting back to gods know who about the whereabouts of people who are important to us ? ones that don’t require the target to actually , i don’t know … get away ? ❜ with grit teeth , he tore a strip of fabric off the ankle , tying it tightly around his wound . even now , he felt bitter about things that happened long past . ❛ i am tired , magician . perhaps you haven’t noticed , but i have done , and will continue to do , everything that is within my power to protect my ward . whatever idea you have , in that head of yours , for what you wish to involve her in is also my own concern . as much as it in yen’s , as a matter of fact . ❜
breathing heavily still , he hauled himself back , leg outstretched instinctively rather than because of any throbbing , so that he could lean upon the cool stone wall . he leaned his head back , eyes shut . he should have strayed out of it . he didn’t . at least he couldn’t feel the pain , or really anything right now .
❛ before you start , spare me the lecture , please . i know it’s just as much a surprise to you to see me here as it is to me that you’re here in the first place . and thank you for saving me . even if it was unintentional . i tend to interfere when i think it is necessary to do so . ❜ what he really wanted to do was to stand and so he did , slowly , keeping his wounded leg lifted and his weight balanced on the wall . a damn shame it wasn’t his bad leg that was hurt . as long as he couldn’t feel his knee , he didn’t care . instead , he turned to face her , squinting , eyes still mostly black . ❛ never mind that . what brought you here , of all places ? you had awfully good timing . ❜
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