Pointy Medallions: Squished
It wasn’t a common occurrence, but it did happen every so often that one village was close enough to another that they both would put up a notice for a Witcher to hunt the same monster that plagues their well-being. This sort of occurrence is how many Witcher’s from other schools met one another, and it is most certainly how a Bear and Viper bumped into one another.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Letho taunted from the side, leaning on his sword and watched as his new travelling companion, a Witcher of the Bear school named Vanik, barely sidestepped the snapping jaws of a Wyvern.
“Oh fuck you! You’re not even doing anything!” Vanik snipes back, glaring over at Letho as the Viper chuckles but doesn’t make a move to help.
“Hang in there!” Letho responded, leaning on his sword a little heavier as he watched.
Vanik swore, dodged again, then jumped up onto a fallen tree, looking over his shoulder at the Wyvern as it sunk its teeth into the bark. Vanik blinked, staring at it as it struggled and before he could really register what exactly he was doing, Vanik found himself jumping onto the Wyvern’s back just as it got its teeth out of the wood.
Letho fell over, barely catching himself, as he watched the scene unfold. His eyes widened as he watched the Wyvern jump and buck, trying to get Vanik off of its back.
“You’re fuckin’ insane!” Letho yelled, grinning as he watched Vanik try to find a foothold on the creature.
“Insane? Or just got bigger balls than you!” Vanik hollard back, grinning broadly as he listened to Letho sputter, the Viper at a loss for words.
Vanik’s face turned to one of shocked concentration, a quiet ‘whoa, whoa, whoa’ leaving him as he gripped any part of the Wyvern he could so as not to fall off, his lips then spreading into a large grin as he managed to get a good position, riding the Wyvern like a wild horse.
“Alright, okay, now I just have to…” Vanik muttered, shifting his grip and his hips just that little bit as he tried to get his sword into the right stop on the back of the creature’s neck. The Wyvern, choosing that moment to change its thrashing pattern, throwing its body onto the ground.
Vanik cried out as he was suddenly pinned under the heavy body of the monster, blinking in surprise as he felt the warm trickle of blood wash over his chest and shoulder, looking down to see that his blade had managed to slice clean through the Wyvern’s neck when it threw its body around.
“Are you still alive over there?” Letho’s voice made Vanik crane his neck, trying to spot the Viper.
“Just get over here and help me!” Vanik hollard, huffing a breath as he tried to push the Wyvern body off of him, Letho’s face appearing a second later. A stupid grin on the Viper’s face.
“Well, don’t you look cozy,” Letho smirked, staring at Vanik.
“Oh, har har, just get this thing off of me!” Vanik grumbled and Letho laughed as he helped pull the body off of Vanik, the Bear hissing as the movement caused the skin around his collar to pull.
“Sure you’re alright there?” Letho asked, lifting a brow at him.
“Yeah, yeah, just…” the Bear frowned slightly as he sat up while Letho finished shoving the body away from them and looked down, his lips pressing together as he noticed blood that wasn’t the Wyvern’s soaking through.
“I think,” Vanik started, pulling the collar of his armour down and stared at the back of his bear medallion, the snarling face pointed inward and dug into his skin so the mouth of it was wrapped around his collarbone while the rest of it was shoved into his skin from the weight of the Wyvern.
“My medallion… is in my skin,” Vanik stated matter-of-factly and Letho was immediately in front of him looking at the Bear’s medallion.
They both stared at it, watching as blood slowly seeped out around the edges, and suddenly Letho was chuckling. The Viper wrapped an arm around his stomach as he pointed at the medallion and his chuckling turned into full-blown laughter while Vanik stared at Letho like he’d lost his mind.
“You… it… You--!” Letho laughed louder, his head falling back as he tried to reign in his laughter. “You got it… from a Wyvern landing on you!”
Letho collected himself, slowly, hiccupping as he tried to breathe properly once again, grinning at the Bear and held out a hand to help the other Witcher to his feet.
“Let’s get to town and get you an ale. On me,” Letho grinned. “Then I can tell you about how you’re going to join the flat medallion club.”
